Short Stories

Meadow

Beneath the meadow
Lie a body of a widow
Sad and mourning; sad and lost
No matter the day or year she was sad At all cost.
One day a bright smile beamed;
She felt her heart melt and eyes grow big.
He walked through the meadow under The sun's gleam.
On this day he stopped; he stopped and began to dig.
The sun beamed on her face
As he lifted her up and spoke her name
"Elizabeth"
He breathes tough and began to trace
Telling all I have gone through.
****authors note****
This poem is about a young woman whose husband died. After the tragedy she fell deep into depression (her being buried) the young man who came to the meadow (the meadow is a symbol of freedom and peace inside of Elizabeth) this young man helps her out of depression and helps her get back to her feet.