She waits at the gate at each midday
with a gentle smile as we walk through
watching the children at their play
the way she once watched me and you
how many years as she faded to grey
was she calling to him from afar
standing and waiting there day after day
knowing he fell in that distant war
She lay at the gate one bleak midday
cold in the mud alone they say
she died at the gate one cold midday
but her face wore a smile as she passed away