COLD COMFORT BEGETS FRESH GRIEF

I watched the fledgling widow
A charcoal figurine
A transcendent remembrance vista
White marble upon emerald green

Determinedly she made her search
Row upon row upon row
Pausing every so often
Before she made to go

Onward, ever onward
Until she found the very spot
Where her true love was laid to rest
He that time almost forgot

There she knelt on one knee
Dabbed her eye with handkerchief
Bowed her head with courtliness
Cold comfort begets fresh grief

For her the search now over
Little else could the widow gain
Save to absorb those precious moments
From afar I felt her pain

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