Monday, August 22nd, 2005
She looks down at her weather-washed hands,
She did not cry of the hardships she suffered.
She always have a smile on her face,
A smile that smooths out all rough edges.
She looks up to the clear blue sky,
Looking at the beautiful birds flying across the horizon.
She looks down & closes her eyes,
Reminiscing the faces of her loved ones.
A gentle breeze caressed her in the passing,
Ruffling her hair gently.
She step forward into a field of grass,
Brushing her feet along the fluffy greens.
She thinks of home sweet home,
That lies beyond the green sea.
She laid down her weary body,
Under a guarding tree of earth.
As the blazing sun sets down,
She drew her last breath,
A smile forever etched on her lined face….
