The widow; and five children
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Her tears were almost as rare as her smile
Her world of color was stricken with black
Her eyes crept with tears as they did
A tactful guile
As her face she hid
But each time in the corner
Peeped the little one's glance
A black ballerina with a paralyzed dance
The pain of a woman living with no pulse,
Shall we call it living or call it something else?
She lived to die, to see him once more
But there were children she needed to be there for
So she forged a heart,
And she forged it well
But the children knew, and each one could tell
Shutting their eyes to no longer see
The sight of their mother
Gone in vacancy
And so she painted a smile
Every day one more
And in herself she started a war
She would hide the blues with a mask of red
Each day perfected, her disguise she wed
She worked hours on end
Every day
And every night
And it numbed her of feeling
And it blind her of sight
It was easy to be stone and live "strong" and stay sturdy
It was easy
In no sense of the word
The lives of her children forced her to live
She taught them to be selfless and to others forgive
It was better,
She thought
For the kids as they grew
To forget their pains and help others get through
But little did she know, as she did, they'd too
Become the empty being that they only knew
She was heartless, in its most literal form
When he died, from her chest it was torn
Yet she loved her children, ever so dear
But she could not show them
Because her heart
It was not here
No matter what she did or how hard she tried
She could no longer show that same love once he died
And so she set the world in each of their hands
So they could feel the warm waters
And the trickling sands
And for that moment
That temporary time
She gave them a home and a peace of mind
It was the world they need not,
But a mother and a friend
She gave them everything
In hopes their hearts she'd mend
But as it would fade the truth would become known
The children and mother were desperately alone
She needed her heart
That her husband, he kept
They needed their mother
For her love they wept
As hard as it was
Four children each did the same
They forgave their mother, for she was not to blame
Slowly his pulse faded and the sound soon hollowed
When he passed away
It was as if she followed
Left to be,
A child apart
Felt one young beating heart...
Orphaned.