Weep O Willows

Sigh you wind whispering willows Green sentinels of the ocean blue Her feet edge no more the billows Where canoes dock and salt sprays spew Sigh for the loss of responsiblity Sigh for the death of sensibility See you not these cold, worn stones That in their stoic composure stay And water laps sand muted of groans Though a mutual tenant passed away O willows weep, for the sun is set On my heart made barren by regret. She lived here without pretense or grief Scrubbing floors, clothes, pots, and pans For pittance spent as dust in a sieve She earned her status with her hands And knew all the fishermen by name Who sold her the small ones when she came. By light of night she fed her family food And by the faith of her soul she stood Against fear or doubt, grace was the mood Tears was from the smoke of cooking wood Weep then for the lady gone in silence And stir the stones to standard sentience