The Widowtree

do you remember?
fingers of sunlight,
as they were caressing your face?
do you remember?
the leaves dancing in the sky
then falling softly to their painless death
the picture is there,
as clear as the glass within their eyes
as innocent as the song of mourning birds
birds who cry if only to live for but just one more day
to be like us their angelic faces bereave
and they are always asking me why must we forgive…
if only to forgive, if never to forget…
read these words that are engraved upon my face
and then look away… look away… look away