Bessie steps from the grave
Gently caressing the headstone
A single white rose placed on top
As she weeps under a willow all alone
Wearing a thick black dress
And a heavy crepe veil
Her eyes red from crying
And a face plain and pale
The black ribbons from her bonnet
Ruffle in the gentle breeze
Her eyes gazed upon a page in a book
As she sits beneath two entwined willow trees
Wrapped in a shawl she hugs it tightly
As she sits still in grief and despair
Her heart shattered into a million pieces
As the pain becomes too much to bear
nicola burkett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/44-widow-weeds/
