A Survivor

By: Fee

She stares out the window at last summer’s promise

Wonders where are the blossoms that once bloomed so bright

A glance into her memory remembers the boy she loved

Her young childhood sweetheart who passed into the night

She sips from her teacup that says World’s best Mom

There’s pictures of ages that seemed to just slip by

Sometimes when alone she feels a little forsaken

Yet she smiles so sweetly trying so hard not to cry

Watched her son march off to war in his uniform proud

Prayed for his return with every newscast she seen

Never let him know how scared that she really felt

For her sweet young son not much more than a teen

In the autumn of life she’s now independent and free

Her big heart is still as loving as anyone can plainly see

She’s a classical beauty who’s weathered life’s storms

This sweet lady I call friend is just who she’s seems to be