The Widowtree -

do you remember?

fingers of sunlight,

as they were caressing your face?

do you remember?

the leaves dancing in the sky

then falling softly to their painless death

the picture is there,

as clear as the glass within their eyes

as innocent as the song of mourning birds

birds who cry if only to live for but just one more day

to be like us their angelic faces bereave

and they are always asking me why must we forgive…

if only to forgive, if never to forget…

read these words that are engraved upon my face

and then look away… look away… look away