She Treads the Trodden Path
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Her arms laden with small garden tools and sweet scented flowers
She wanders into the graveyard, and treads the trodden path
Noticing the subtle differences given with the different hours
The gentle swaying of cobwebs after they are so cleverly cast
The black birds hunting for their so hungry meal the earth scours
Afternoon flowers bowing under the suns hot burning wrath
Only to perk up once again after the so refreshing rain showers
She treads the trodden path
The tall trees over lapping, seem to hold her with their embrace
To her, whispering sweet nothings into her forever listening ears
It is as if with their sweeping branches her emotions they encase
Further down the trodden path she walks, her eyes welled with tears
Embodying her with a feeling of overwhelming compassion and grace
For often they have watched her come to this graveyard over the years
To tend her loved ones grave, and upon it, flowers she would place
She treads the trodden path
Has it not been 10 long years, or more, soon to join him, she is sure
This grave she has kept nurtured with all her love and all her plight
Death to her emptiness and loneliness will soon to be her only cure
Then together again, they will be reunited as their only given right
A grave then to be attended by their children they went on to spoor
Where they will then tread the trodden path at different times of light
Noticing the subtle differences of this graveyard, so beautiful and pure
They tread the trodden path
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