Bouquet of flowers brought
Some solace sought
Her way through the woods she has found
To a solemn piece of ground
Stark lonely clearing
Tombstone she's nearing
Some cleaning to do
Sadness, tying to subdue
She decorates the stone
Feeling so alone
Ten years today
In this ground, her husband she did lay
Memories from the past
Swirling through her mind so fast
Eyes begin to tear
Missing someone so dear
A satisfied little smile
She stands and prays for awhile
Rapidly setting sun
Her work here done
Turning and walking away
Before the receding of the day
Feeling of contentment overtakes
As back through the woods, her way she makes
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