by Patty E Padgett

Created on: December 19, 2010

Her heart cries and her soul bleeds

As she sits alone in her widow’s weeds

No one understands her needs

Her cry for help no one heeds

Lost and alone, her loved ones gone

The grief has chilled her to the bone

Of friends and family, she has none

Nothing and no one to call her own

Her grief is not recent; it’s been years

Still she cries fresh painful tears

Daylight deters her exiting her home

In nighttime hours she walks alone

Loneliness and bereavement are her family

Her constant companion is her misery

Letting no one in to know or love her

Recall escapes her, her days are a blur

She lives in the past with her memories

A skulking shadow that no one sees

A waste of life, a shell of what was

Not taking pride in anything she does

The Walking Widow is how she’s known

To those who’ve witnessed her walking alone

In a cloak of darkness she continues her plight

And returns home before the end of night

When they lay her to rest on that final day

When the Lord comes to call her away

There’re those who believe she’ll continue these deeds

And walk in ghostly form in her widow’s weeds

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