She's lost the dearest love she has ever known <br />And now she has to face the end alone <br />Her only daughter's ashes gone to sea <br />But of others she doesn't need their sympathy. <br /> <br />A bright and lucid woman for her years <br />For her dead daughter she has shed many tears <br />She wept when there was no one there to see <br />And now of hurtful sorrow she feels free. <br /> <br />She feel glad that she has lived to see another Spring <br />To hear again the white backed magpie sing <br />And see the yellow flowers on wattle tree <br />And hear the grey thrush pipe his melody. <br /> <br />Her daughter's ashes borne miles away <br />By the sea currents from Port Phillip bay <br />And Thelma like old soldier soldier on <br />And all her childhood friends long dead and gone. <br /> <br />A braver or wiser woman I've not known <br />And she is left to face the end alone <br />Her only daughter's ashes gone to sea <br />But of others she doesn't seek their sympathy.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-she-is-left-to-face-the-end-alone/
