Grey

Flowing on her cheek
so soft so pale
grey strands of hair
each tell a tale
of a lass they belong
her journey so long
of joy and some jolly
sorrow and melancholy

of her days as a kid
with loving kin and kith
siblings five that soon became four
a loss ; a sore
no sorrow could be more
young she was; full of glee
naive her ways; free as a bee
many a times her heart would flutter
no sooner would it deter
none that her skin reveals
but all that her soul ever feels!
emotions would sink
oh! one more in the dark dingy well
to think of in the days nearing knell
But there is a lord
and so a lad
whose love lives
and so her life is!
Their days together
that seem not thither
full of joy; plentiful love
nothing prettier could ever be wove

Strange it should seem
when as a kid
no words she could utter
everyone doted for anything she could mutter
Now it seems her soul
hath finally found utterance
she has a story to tell
but no kith nor kin
to share the memories so rife
of her joy,love and life.