Her humbled heart is yearning
For the life she knew before
As the gentle sea yearns for the shore

Her shallow breath grows steady
As she ceases her nightly weeping
Her eyes flutter at last she is sleeping

Her racing mind wakes her
Before she's ready to face the day
Her ears deceive her - was that her children at play?

Her quiet soul whispers softly
To comfort her broken spirit
Is her grief to loud to hear it?

Her darkened thoughts keep swirling
In memories of sorrow and reverie
Her eyes glossed with things she cannot see

Her shaking hands ache
To hold those that she misses
All she has are photographs - to pepper with her kisses