One weeps, blinks hard, and then swallows;
Another weeps and weeps, and chooses to wallow,
wandering why life becomes so hollow;
One weeps and smiles down the path she must follow.
It’s not that the she no longer feels pain,
She’s chosen to see sunshine as well as the rain;
She’s found there’s so much more to gain
by going on when life is no longer the same.
She lives for a child and what’s in their future,
Lost her husband, needed something to live for;
Oh, she weeps for him plenty, that’s for sure,
But, love and life for her child, that’s pure!
I don’t really know her except for her blog,
Decided reading it, I’d follow along;
No, she’s not some siren singing a song,
I, too, one day decided life must go on…
-Donald R. Sansbury, 2013
~special thanks for inspiration to Dagmara Almand and her personal words that so described what I’ve witnessed in my sisters, my Lady, and others~