Living here without you
an independent woman
on her own
Smiling at neighbors
as they walk by
hand in hand
Baking cupcakes
for the children
other people’s grands
Tending to flowers
planted as seeds
long ago
Watching the days
slip away into nights
always alone
Loneliness comes
like the waves
of the tide
Ebbing and flowing
a current of emotion
sometimes high often low
An independent woman
independently sleeps each night
independently wakes each and
every morn
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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