She felt far removed
from life’s maddening pace,
whenever she would come
to this quiet place.

Here, the air was hushed
with barely a sound.
A blanket of snow
lay on the ground.

A blanket of snow
undisturbed by feet-
save the tracks
of a squirrel
in search of a treat.

In that field of stones,
in that place of peace,
she sought one name,
one dear deceased.

One lost to war
in freedom’s name:
One life lost,
hers’ forever changed.

Never to be
in tune with time
ere she joined
her forever Valentine.