the wind whistled through her, a cold, icy blast.
The clouds were leaden and loaded with snow,
she still came to see him, to just let him know.
Her love hadn’t dwindled despite many years,
no other she’d found, but he still caused her tears.
She thought of the others, trapped underground,
did they have to suffer; were they ever found?
The alarm had sounded, her heart filled with dread,
she rushed to the pit head, how many were dead?
Survivors were bought to the top in a cage,
appalling conditions and barely a wage.
His body was buried deep in the pit,
never recovered, to Gods earth commit.
To honour his life a headstone was laid,
some compensation in money was paid.
“I miss you my Darling and I always will,
I’ll lay down beside you, so quiet and still”.
Winter closed in, snow thick and deep,
she lay by her husband her vigil she'll keep.
A few weeks later her body was found,
just as she lay there, asleep on the ground.
Every day of her life, though meaning, had none,
she went to be with him in death, now as one.












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