Burning through her old shoes,
Working her back through the silent woods,
Carrying her baggage with the children,
She fell an axe on that old tree…
Tree with a million memories,
Tree with hopes of a non existent future,
Tree with his initials carved into the bark,
Tree with the fuel for her children…
Without a word, she chopped his last remaining trace,
While it broke many bones in her frame.
For uncounted days, she kept at it
Worked her way through sunrises and sunsets.
The tree fell on the very ground she was standing on,
Circling the fallen giant, she found the piece of rope of her answers,
Holding his last scent in her hands,
She burned the tree to the very soil that held her man.