The widow

The widow woman, so strong and brave,

Her heart full of love, her soul to save,

She bears the burden of loss and pain,

Yet still she stands, in the pouring rain.

Her husband gone, but not her will,

She carries on, with a fierce, unyielding skill,

For the world may judge and the world may stare,

But she knows her worth, and will not despair.

She may shed a tear, for the love she's lost,

But her spirit remains, no matter the cost,

For the love they shared, forever remains,

In her heart, her soul, and her veins.

The widow woman, a force to behold,

Her strength and courage, never grows old,

For she knows that life must go on,

Even when the road ahead seems long.

So let us honor the widow woman,

For her love, her strength, and her wisdom,

And may we learn from her steadfast grace,

As we journey through life's uncertain race.