Tears Behind Her Veil.A Poem by Elizabeth ThiefI went to a funeral yesterday. The sky was gray and the wind subdued. Leaves littered the graveyard pathway. The sound was a quiet tear. Black was everywhere. Family came to mourn, friends came to endear. From beyond the casket, I saw the widow. Hat low, her hands clasped. Dressed in black from head and below. Looking all the while like her control is to fail. The only thing to see. Were tears on her veil. © 2008 Elizabeth ThiefAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on December 3, 2008 AuthorElizabeth ThiefIrelandAboutHi!! I'm Elizabeth (Eliza works just fine too, but please not Beth. Ugh) I'm 15 and I am who I am. I'm slightly crazy and weird and wild but that's who I am (ok, maybe a little more than slightly ;D)... more..Writing
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