She passes through the thick green grass <br />As though they were made of glass <br />And as she kneels before a grave <br />She whispers to it, 'Please be brave.' <br />And in that grave a dead man lies <br />That's when she whispers her goodbyes <br />For now she is a widow <br />And her love can not grow <br />For her love has passed away <br />And the skies have all turned gray <br />And when the widow's farewell ends <br />The tear falls with a message it sends <br />'I'll always love you <br />Even when the skies aren't blue <br />You'll always be near <br />I'll always love you dear.' <br />As the widow turned away <br />Saying that had made her day <br />But when she looked down she just froze <br />For where her tear fell there stood a single rose <br /> <br />Alisha Chamberlin<br /><br />Alisha Chamberlin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-widow-3/
