Looking Through Stained Glass

On Her Own

Roses on Gravesite

Coffin covered with newly upturned earth
Contains that last of all she’s ever loved
She starts to pull rose petals from their stems
She’s aiming them to land within a shape
Patterning pictures only she can see
Patching a tribute for lives cut away
Eyes blur with each crimson petal that falls
Upon the sodden ashes of her youth

Her life, based on the scope of others, bound
Daughter-wife-mother; thus have been her days
Her own deep needs followed for the first time
She finds the sudden freedom much too bold
She watches the last petal land with grace
Then heads out to live a life on her own
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