May 29 2009
Her Will
Lonely words on doorstep the day he walked away.
Left behind a shattered woman, two children out at play.
Which way to turn? She pondered as the night grew darker still.
A withy woman she was not, yet, had to find the will.
Side walk beneath her footsteps, each day a search for work.
Had to find a way to live, could not remain a clerk.
Cashed in the food stamps to feed the boys at night.
Never would she give up – no, not without a fight.
Now, a nurse at twenty-six, she’s made their house a home.
Proud of her accomplishments and doing it on her own.
Two children, steady, strong are they, she takes with her great joy.
The love and faith of three – the one did not destroy.
