A Widow
A lonely pebble on a distant beach,
A castaway, tossed out of reach.
A solitary burden on this earth left,
A wanderer now, and so bereft.
A double act, once upon a time,
A feeling I'm not worth a dime.
A widow, struggling all alone,
A life instantly turned to stone.
A waif, a stray, lost and forlorn,
A heart so hurt, fragile and torn.
A someone once, a no one now,
A resolve to make it through somehow.
A faith, that life won't be in vain,
A trust, that in heaven we'll meet again.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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