Widowhood

WidowJaneMine

Once my heart sang a song

A beautiful tune of loves delight

Meeting in the queerest place

Two white doves cooed

The marriage arrived through a gold star gate

And carried us off for a lifetime

We traveled along

And we pushed the sunbeam

And sheltered from the rain

So the words were written

And he died

And broken battered and torn

The widow remained

in his graveside memories

And  one comfort in life

Our son to soak up the pain

And in his face is shown

A union to live on and on!

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