Barren fields in winter snow <br />Her husband gone <br />Candles go out that can’t come back <br />Can’t be replaced <br />Loneliness deeper than the sea <br /> <br />Every breeze a whisper <br />Visits to the graveyard <br />She talks to her self <br />Old photos and painful dreams <br />Wake up with tears <br /> <br />Maybe it’s time to go back to church<br /><br />Joseph Narusiewicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-to-church/
