by Peter W. Robinson

Created on: March 24, 2009

I listened to the man that day,
who spoke about her life
described the love he had for her,
his woman and his wife

He stood next to her grave site
and talked about her smile
wished she could have stayed with him
and helped to raise their child

But far from being bitter
he spoke out strong and loud
recounting all the instances
when she had made him proud

It seems she lived a sacred life

she touched all those she knew
she sacrificed the life she had
to do what good folks do

She realized her gift of life
though brief, was always free
was never to be squandered
but offered selflessly

She knew when she was waning
she knew the end drew near
her focus still on others
she knew what they must hear

She promised to watch over them
and share their every joy
and hold them in a warm embrace
her man and baby boy

The man began to falter now
his grief was holding sway
but suddenly he straightened up
with one more thing to say:

"I know that she's with us today
Not lying in this ground
I smell her in the autumn air
She's heard in every sound

I feel her in the wind and rain
I see her in our child
She showed us what she wished for us:
we'd live 'a life worthwhile' "

So though she's left this mortal plane
her love will carry on
and roll in like the sea to land
while the moon pursues the sun...

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