Mrs. Waters, when I think of you I see flowers in the snow
after all the mourners left to the wind you let them blow
noone else could be as holy as you were to me
though you're probably just like every widow
waiting patiently
for the angels with their wings aflame
flying through your window pane
answering your calls and finally taking you back
to Mr. Waters

Mrs. Waters I remember you shovelling the snow
with your back bent from the labor but your smile all aglow
you seemed like an angel, maybe one foot on the earth
and one foot in heaven waiting for some great rebirth
for the angels with their wings aflame
flying through your window pane
answering your calls and finally taking you back
to Mr. Waters

You held on to Mr. Waters without letting him hold on to you
you lived your days out all alone
and to his memory you were true
and every man in town thought of you
as a woman and not a widow.

Posted Monday, February 11th 2002