A Lonely Silhouette

A Lonely Silhouette

She stood alone on Christmas day
a tiny fragile thing,
still grieving for the one she'd loved
and buried in the Spring.
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Almost a year had come and gone
since she had said goodbye
and she had cried so many tears
there were none left to cry.
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I watched a grieving mother stand
and shiver in the cold
and knew that I could never be
the one she'd love to hold.
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A mother ought not have to live
to see her children die
and yet so many still are left
to ask the question why.
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In a world that has no answers
a mother all alone,
just a tiny fragile figure
left standing by a stone.