Florence

She walked alone beside a placid lake.

She had no hair upon her covered head.

The wind shook willow trees and made her quake.

Twas there the living walked among the dead.

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A stone was carved with angels and a cross.

Carnations covered o’er the dead one's name.

She cleared the flowers and removed the moss,

her frail body sunken in with shame.

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He'd been the faithful husband of her youth

but cancer killed him off before his time.

She’d married quickly after in Duluth

and had nine happy children in her prime.

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She knew the dead had found a better place.

Her heart would find the peace it sought at last.

The woman stood to leave the sacred space.

Still longing for his constant love, she passed.

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