There’s a widows heart upon a grave

Each day she goes there and talks to stones
To a silent cross his name upon a tomb
Each day she brings the flowers
Fresh flowers for the memories two
Each days she puts them down
Each day the scent covers up his name
Each day she prays to die to die
Even though she knows it’ll be too soon

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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