The Widow

The Widow

She was a widow
Who looked out her window.
She watched children play
Swinging and sliding away.
She remembered back
To the bicycle rack.
The baby blue bike
That she very much liked.
The toy tea set she owned
And still has though she’s grown.
Her favorite baby dolls too
Who peed and boo- hooed.
Her mama’s big smile
Who read books for awhile.
Her daddy’s soft hands
Who loved her so grand.
Her pretty pink room
And her bright balloons.
She wiped away a small tear
As she new death was too near.
But then she smiled once again
As she went to her memories of when.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd


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