An Old Old Song

I am a strong woman, when I need to be,
but I need a man, to comfort me.

When I was told, "your sister is dead!"
I bore my sorrow, with a high head.

When my house, burned to the ground,
of my heartache, I never uttered a sound.

As friends and family casually died,
I ached in my heart, but merely sighed,

a thousand times a day since it all began.

I figure that's why, my husband eventually ran.


~Sabrina