She was sixty-seven when she attended her husband's funeral.
A heart attack had taken him
Before his time.
Her heart never healed,
It never loved another man.
It waited to rejoin her beloved
In a land where there is no heartbreak.
Her children had families of their own,
And she was a grandmother
And doted on each grandchild she was blessed with.
She loved them all equally,
As was her way,
As with her own children.
In her there was no fault.
