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Sisters In Black

She wore black

That cold rainy day,

Bought quickly off the rack

For her husband’s burying day.

Her sisters of the fallen

Dressed in black too,

Her pain mirrored in their knowing eyes

Such sad eyes of these widows of the blue.

Brothers in blue,

Stood near her side

Their badges upon their chest

Failing to hide their broken hearts inside.

Her little boy

Held her trembling hand,

A lone tear on his cheek

Just too soon to be a man.

As she wept

Late that night,

Her sisters held her

Until the bright sunlight.

Her sisters were there

When she needed a hand,

 When she needed someone to hold her,

 And just to understand.

They have walked her path,

They have cried tears too,

These loving sisters in black,

These widows of the blue.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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