War Widows
She walked alone, no one was there
No spring she had within each step
She walked as if she did not care
And while she walked she also wept
She wept not for lack of romance
She wept not for being in pain
It was for the men lost in France
And for the ones buried in Spain
She wanted love, to do the dance
Many a young maid, unfulfilled
A war widow without the chance
Broken within, her wishes chilled
Now old and bent, too many years
Carrying the weight of those tears
© Oct 19 2010 Charles Henderson
2 nd in John's "sonnet" contest
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