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As the music plays

she closes her eyes

and gently sways.



Memories come flooding,

days of youth with

romance budding.





His brown eyes smiling,

love unspoken,

soft beguiling.



Courtship with its joys,

Newly married,

two growing boys.



His arms always round her

trials and laughter,

glad he found her.



Children reared and gone,

just him and her,

sweet times alone.



Grandchildren fill their days,

watch them growing,

learning life's ways



Now her love is gone,

only memories

to lean upon.



As the music dies

reality returns,

light leaves her eyes.



Empty house without her mate,

alone, lonely,

this now her fate.