Evicting the Widow
written on Aug 16 2005
Time passed indiscriminately
His crisp shirts hanging in vain
waiting for warm strong limbs
as she had for a half century
at the same time each evening
The key would turn, she knew
cinders gone dry, telling the tale
of winter's chill embracing home
while poverty claimed silence
in the aftermath of desperation
Still she toyed with stale crumbs
ground in her bowl of yesterdays
as she slowly sipped cool mint tea
savoring each drop like a treasure
knowing it would be her last luxury
She wore her best dress and apron
as she had since they day he died
hoping reality was but a nightmare
and all I could do was take her hand
as I led her to the beginning of nothing
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The sorrow is palpable in this piece. I wish neither of us understood the subject as well as we do. You wrote this with the ink of your heart, obviously. 
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Excellent
Wow, I could feel the pathos of the scene you described so well. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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