Burning Heart Poem by jane solanrobertson

Among the pots and pans she stood
And watched the falling rain:
Little strings of mis-shaped pearls
That hit the window pane.
Around her feet the children sat
And tried to catch her gaze
But she only smiled at shadows
From her younger days:
A blushing bride, a handsome groom
Vowing love forever
So many long years ago, it seemed
But many more left together.
She felt dull and forgotten
Like a once-treasured locket
That fallen from favour
Was lost in his pocket.
Now another's name was on his lips -
In her heart she lay alone:
A heart of fire burning
In a body turned to stone.