Oh, how lovely that cotton handkerchief
Hiding in the pocket of her red dress
So ornately decorated
The purest white
And she wears it
With a slight touch
Of Light Blue Dolce Gabana

She dabs her face with it
And uses to suppress
An impending laugh
Most of the times
It is what she clings to
As if where her life depends
As she softly wipe her tears.

She shed tears
More than she had to
Everybody is gone
Friends were no longer there
To weep with her.

She got wrinkles
Like the map of her life
Large veins snaking her fragile hands
Yet, she permed her hair
And still the crowning glory
Of her beautiful face.

Gray carpeted the sky
But still the sunset beacons her
By witnessingi its grandeur
She appreciated all gifts
Life has given her.

As she held the pocket of her dress
Where her handkerchief lies
She has no more tears
To keep
It is time to shed
Their tears
For her.