The Fountain
I was just a little girl
When my mommy told me
About her and daddy
And the fountain.

That's where they met,
She said, and fell in love.
Every day after work,
They met there again.

One day he wasn't there.
She waited and waited,
No, he didn't appear.
She went home alone.

The good news she had
Was not shared with him.
"I am expecting"! were words
She had wanted to say.

A knock on her front door--
She heard he died that day.
Yet, the fountain still flowed
And did stop to mourn~~~~~~~

Written 11-17-06 Copyright©2006
Marie L Sellers