Tiny Pieces of Life

She picks up a photograph

And cleans it with her dress

A smile, stolen from better times

Strewn among the mess

A coffee cup with a broken rim

An earring covered in gold

Tiny pieces of who they were

Memories, she can hold

The dream they called their loving home

Lay scattered upon the ground

Her joy becomes her agony

With every piece that's found

A mirror stands without a crack

Reflecting the morning sun

The twister chose to pass it by

Among the damage done

Her future ripped in tiny pieces

Her husband, now lay dead

A day before her birthday

Her wishes turn to dread

She finds the family bible

Its pages wet and torn

All alone she stumbles on,

In silence, begins to mourn

Another day has come and gone

For this lonely widowed wife

She tries to find her way back home

Through her tiny pieces of life

Reviews

[Southern Cross]

Such a sad tale yet written with such beauty..very well crafted

[Renée]

I am becoming repetitive... but its true.. Well Done Whiskurz