Somber Music
by Gay Williford

That evening the wind in the willows
whined melancholy tunes,
a soft wistful lullaby
for her baby’s last night with her.
She’d so wanted to keep the infant,
but faced with a low-paying job and bills,
it would be unrealistic and impossible.
She’d met the adoptive parents–
so able to provide what she could not,
so kind and understanding,
so delighted their dream was to be fulfilled.
Thereafter, she would always recall the mournful
sounds of the willow trees accompanying
her decision, her tears and sleeplessness.



 

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