She Treads the Trodden Path

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 As 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