Weavin' Wicker

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about loss, mourning, and acceptance told through the perspective of a widow and her hobby.

Submitted: June 09, 2017

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Submitted: June 09, 2017



To and fro her rocker does sway

Creaking softly this summer's day

Gently the winds dance with the trees

Upon her face she feels the breeze

Soaking in the dawn of autumn

Though her spirit has grown solemn

'Twas on this day her lover passed

Silent and still on the year last

Absence makes her heart grow sicker

On her front porch weavin' wicker


Lonely nights greet each new morning

Peace abandons without warning

Waking each day to deepest fears

Skin leathered with a trail of tears

Dim is the flame that did erupt

Before her love left earth abrupt

Now she sways alone in silence

Fading shade of former vibrance

Begging God to stop her ticker

On her front porch weavin' wicker


Where sat a wife alive with joy

Sits a widow hence fate’s cruel ploy

Lacking bygone mirth and laughter

Hope for only the life after

But she resolves to finish strong

Her love but not her life is gone

She will not sink into abyss

In honor of the love she miss'

Pain is strong but love is thicker

On her front porch weavin' wicker

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