Within the cabin lanterns glow
To keep the darkness in its place
And there in front of fire he lies
Soft amber warmth upon his face
He built this cabin by a stream
To live alone, away from man
He traps and gardens for his food
And from the stream there's gold to pan
As shadows dance upon the walls
And snow falls quietly in the night
His aching heart can find no rest
Another poem of her, he'll write
One day while walking hand in hand
A car did strike and kill his wife
His precious love forever lost
It stole the joy from his life
That hearts can bear such agony
A miracle to him it seems
Each day and night alone in pain
To only visit her in dreams
They'd always planned to settle here
And build a cabin such as this
Together to live out their lives
But of that hope they were to miss
He rises and wipes fog from panes
Through window views her lonely grave
And whispers words of love to her
Tells how he's trying to be brave
When morning comes he'll take the poem
Like all the rest that he did write
With ribbons tie it to her cross
Then speak to her 'til it is night
Author Unknown