She mourns him at the feet of the river and covers herself in the warm ash of an old fire.
I'm sad for her, I'm sad for her life and the love she lost because of a lie. The light of the sun shines on her but all she sees is the darkness of death that chills her skin and and breaks her heart.
Her tears stream down her face and she does not care enough to wipe them away.
You can look into her eyes and see that she will never be the same.
Years have passed, moments have lingered and still her eyes show her loss.
She is married now, but her love for him who was lost is all the fills her heart.
But she now has hope...hope in her child, hope in the life she has helped to create, the son that will fill her heart with the love she lost so long ago.
She plays with him, chases him, feeds him...reads to him.
Teaches him the world through her eyes.
But still in her heart she still mourns at the feet of the river longing for the love she's lost.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
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