A humble spirit
Kneels to pray
Beside the grave
On cold, damp day.
No anger..no
In the grief
Old knees wet
A thought to keep.
Many years
Upon the earth
A life that seemed
Often cursed.
Like a ghost
She stooped slightly
In her faith
Her prayers but nightly.
For the child
She gave birth to
In her God
Her faith stood proudly.