Mrs. Jones keeps herself busy all day

But there is a sadness her eyes do show

Sometimes, she just drops everything

And for hours, stares out of the window

Picks up a photo from a shelf

Of her and Mr. Jones

Wipes the dust which isn’t there

And reaffirms her bones

…

When Mr. Jones left for war

There was a sense of pride in her eyes

He promised her that he would be back

Before her diamond tears dries

…

It’s been more than 25 years

Since the day that he was gone

All the anniversaries have been missed

But no curtains have been drawn

…

He always keeps his promises

Never once did he break her heart

His memory always accompanies her

Though they may be a thousand miles apart

…

And so, Mrs. Jones still believes

He would keep this promise as well

Come back just as he had left

But with a million stories to tell

…

She only has herself to blame

She really doesn’t know why

She couldn’t stop her eyes from crying

Her tears just refuse to die

Mrs. Dawson is a farmer

She ploughs the field all day

Sometimes even in the night

She has a debt to repay

The angel walked up to her

Looked at her for a while

“There is something I’d like to know,”

She spoke so with a smile

“I see you in the fields all day

I see you fry bacon in your pan

I even see a ring on your finger

But I do not see your man”

“My husband,” said Mrs. Dawson

“Is off on a lonely trip

He has found his destination” she said

As she bit her lower lip

“He is in my heart and in my soul

He is in my dreams

He may be gone to never come back

But that’s not how it seems

It was a long time ago

But I clearly remember the day

I never knew a man could be slaughtered

For a debt he can’t repay

They dragged him in this very field

And kicked him in the gut

I saw his blood mix with the soil

I saw him badly hurt

They chopped his head and dropped him dead

In a manner just so cruel

But not before he looked at me

And said – Life is beautiful

I still owe those men a debt

But I owe my man much more

I will repay them one day

But I can’t repay him anymore

Now if you’d excuse me

I have a field to tend to

My work has not even started

And it is nearly two”

The angel blessed and thanked her

Walked away and left her behind

Looked up again at the skies above

With divine thoughts crossing her mind

All sorts of debts you can requite

But love just can’t be repaid

She learnt a lesson of true love

The first few rungs were laid