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A hundred years or more, she's bent her crownin storm, in sun, in moonsplashed midnight breeze.surviving all the random vagariesof this harsh world. A dense - twigged veil drifts downfrom crown along her trunk - mourning slow woodthat rustles tattered, in a hint of windthis January dusk, cloudy, purplingthe ground with sudden shadows. How she broods -you speculate - on dark surprise and loss, alone these many years, despondent, bent, her bolt-cracked mate transformed to splinters, moss. Though not alone, you feel the sadness of atwilight breeze. There's never enough love;the widow nods to you. Her branches moan.Lauren Lipton
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I’m learning persistence and the closing of doors, the way the seasons come and go as I keep walking on these roads, back and forth, to find myself in new time zones, new arms with new phrases and new goals. And it hurts to become, hurts to find out about the poverty and gaps, the widow and the leavers. It hurts to accept that it hurts and it hurts to learn how easy it is for people to not need other people. Or how easy it is to need other people but that you can never build a home in someone’s arms because they will let go one day and you must build your own. .Charlotte Eriksson
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Do you not know that God entrusted you with that money (all above what buys necessities for your families) to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to help the stranger, the widow, the fatherless; and, indeed, as far as it will go, to relieve the wants of all mankind? How can you, how dare you, defraud the Lord, by applying it to any other purpose?John Wesley
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Weeping Widows"There is a river that cuts ThroughThe heart of EveAnd flows through Paradise's back window. It streams into A bottomless well That rolls down to hell With the tears of the Weeping widows. The women stand along the well, And cry While singing gray lullabies As orphaned children Light up candles to put on palm leaves To push into the stream With petals of jasmine And pieces of tangerine, Then sit back and wait for their father To show up over the horizon Where his heart still beats In their dreams.Suzy Kassem
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To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.Tracy Anne Warren
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I kiss her ghost, and sleep with the dust on her photograph, next to my bedside.Anthony Liccione
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She did not belong to the healthy group of widows and widowers who, after mourning, would nurture the seed of their grief into growing from loss–perhaps continuing the dreams of the lost, or learning to cherish alone the things they’d cherished together. She belonged instead to the sad lot who clung to grief, who nurtured it by never moving beyond it. They’d shelter it deep inside where the years padded it in saudade layers like some malignant pearl.Darrell Drake
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In the first year of my grief, there were times when I felt like hiding my personal story of loss and other times when I wanted to wear a sign on my body that read "Be nice to me, I'm grieving, " or "Don't tick me off; I've already got the world on my shoulders, " or maybe even "BEWARE - don't upset the widow! " I needed a variety of signs that I could switch out depending on my daily mood.Elizabeth Berrien
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...People are not one-dimensional. People do not live on one plane...R. Elizabeth Carpenter
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Paco, we are all so much more than our faults, aren’t we?R. Elizabeth Carpenter
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A poor old Widow in her weeds Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds; Not too shallow, and not too deep, And down came April -- drip -- drip -- drip. Up shone May, like gold, and soon Green as an arbour grew leafy June.And now all summer she sits and sews Where willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows, Teasle and pansy, meadowsweet, Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit; Brown bee orchis, and Peals of Bells;Clover, burnet, and thyme she smells; Like Oberon's meadows her garden is Drowsy from dawn to dusk with bees. Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs, And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes; And all she has is all she needs --A poor Old Widow in her weeds.Unknown
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Maybe there is no one way to deal with grief, but knowing that we're not totally alone is the best we can do.Ann Benjamin
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I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind.Shannon Celebi
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I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.Kristen Hope Mazzola
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Oberon’s been kidnapped along with one of the werewolves, and that’s why we’re all so upset. We’ll talk more tomorrow, and I promise to answer all your questions if I survive the night, ” I said. The widow’s eyebrows raised. “Ye’ve got all these nasty pooches to run around with and ye still might die?” “I’m going to go fight with a god, some demons, and a coven of witches who all want to kill me, ” I said, “so it’s a distinct possibility.” “Are y’goin’ t’kill ’em back?” “I’d certainly like to.” “Attaboy, ” the widow chuckled. “Off y’go, then. Kill every last one o’ the bastards and call me in the mornin’.Kevin Hearne
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[Sylvia Plath] was now far along a peculiarly solitary road on which not many would risk following her. So it was important for her to know that her messages were coming back clear and strong. Yet not even her determinedly bright self-reliance could disguise the loneliness that came from her almost palpably, like a heat haze. She asked for neither sympathy nor help but, like bereaved widow at a wake, she simply wanted company in her mourning. .Unknown
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And what is your name?" Caroline asked him. He smiled up at her, a little impishly. "I guess Bianca's name for me will work. Call me Bear." "Bear?" Caroline repeated, doubtfully. "I think it would be best right now, " he said simply. "For all of us." "You aren't running from anything?" she asked directly. "No, I guess you could say something is running from me. The law would be on my side, ma'am, if I could get them involved. For now, I'm doing all I can.Sarah Brazytis
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There was no mistake, " he said. "You freely gave me a kiss because I kept silent about supposed engagement." Well, you could have been more gentlemanly about it, " she said with a sniff." If I'd been gentlemanly, you wouldn't have enjoyed it half as much.Vicky Dreiling
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I guess 'joint' would imply two people had ownership, which, thanks Life, is simply no longer the case.Ann Benjamin
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Giddy-up, giddy-up! " she cried, switching her horse's flanks with one of her mother's long knitting needles as a riding crop. "Take it easy! " Bear protested. "I'm going as fast as I can! " Caroline had to laugh at the sight. "Now if you don't ride nicely, I'll buck you off and run for the woods! " "No, you won't, " retorted Bianca smugly. "It's too cold out there. Giddy-up!Sarah Brazytis
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Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her cheek. She inhaled his masculine scent, he smelled of engine grease, citrus hand cleaner and man. She turned in his arms and laid her cheek over his beating heart, treasuring the haven of his embrace...Tamara Hoffa
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Okay, Charlie, you can do this, all you have to do is convince a career military man that your son shouldn’t join the Army. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?Tamara Hoffa