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April 23, 2014
In searching through
her belongings
they discovered
the reason why,
she had done
as she thought right
and why, on God,
she did rely.
Always devout
by nature,
though never a
visitor to the chapel;
her favourite
saying being-
‘If only Eve hadn’t
bitten that apple’.
In her quiet world
she existed, in a shack
by the side of the
disused track.
Ever hopeful,
ever longing,
for the day when
he would come back.
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