A Woman Died Today (In The Springtime Of The Year)

A woman died today,
In the springtime
of the year;
Someone loved,
is here no more,
Someone we
held very near.

Soon, she'll be laid down,
and they'll cover her
with earth;
Back to the land she loved,
The one that gave her birth.

We cry and go on living,
She dwells in the final place;
But she'll not be forgotten,
Nor the sunshine of her face.

A woman died today,
In the springtime
of the year;
Sorrow clutched our hearts,
And many shed a tear.

She's come to rest, at last,
As we all must surely do;
Her trails are over now,
'Neath a canopy of blue.

A woman died today,
In the springtime
of the year;
And we bid a fond farewell,
To one that we held dear.

by david lessard

Comments (1)

This is sad but a very well-written tribute to a woman - who died. The poem immortalized what she left behind - the respect and love of the people she encountered in her life. That means she lived well.