Photo by Dan Antion, thank you, Dan!
They say she died quite surprisingly, standing o’er her husband’s grave
She was devastated by his death, but tried always to be brave
And on this autumn day only one year later
Sees her remaining hand above his buried alma-mater
So quickly had she died there, she seemed forever bound
Her now white desecration was the only thing they found
No one knows the reason she passed away that day
But the leaf white hand remains, forever there to stay.