Yellow, brown, even burnished gold
rich with the age of living, bright and bold.
Closed eyes - of seasons moving on, she saw new light
her hair had turned from raven to silvery white
but the heart no wiser, pined for times to turn around
loved ones to return, long buried under the ground.
Caressing weathered cheeks, the wind whispered wisdom
to let go of pain, has come the time, she heard
“Life is love in an ever flowing stream
love to be alive, stop living in a dream”.
Thanking nature that taught her life’s ultimate truth
she cried, “But I love him still, as I did in our youth”.
Praying for strength, head bowed, buried box, pain and all,
embraced in the warm mantle of One who gives to big and