a Particular kind of Grace

The old woman sits at the table alone...
She looks around at all the things they
                 gathered,
       to make this house their home...
     She looks back on their marriage,
like a stranger peeking in on someone
                 else's life...
         She's been many things:
     a daughter, a mother, a woman,
            and....oh, yes...
                  a wife...

Her children have all left her to herself,
   but she still dusts the pictures that look
          back from that old shelf...
    The children seldom visit, or write...
it's like somehow they don't exist at all...
But, in her memory, she sees them as
                 her babies...
it doesn't seem that long ago they were
                   small...

The old woman sits there in silence...
She sees his face and wonders why he
              was taken away...
     Many years have gone since then,
         but he is still her love today...
She knows somewhere in time they will
                meet again,
   and that puts a young girl's smile on
                  her face...
              She's not afraid...
    For whatever life may hold in store,
        She'll meet it with her own
          particular kind of grace...