An Unknown Woman

There was a woman,
not  known  much
lived in oblivion
died so in the dark.

She  bore the suffering,
tolerated the humiliation
breathed her last seven decades ago

seven decades ago.

Thoughts  come from nowhere
almost like a volcano.
Her grandchildren cry with love
commend her qualities with pride.

I stand bewildered in shock.

My mind prods.

My heart aches.
Anything amiss?

Men do remember,
not in times of prosperity
only in periods of distress
recall the bygones especially their ancestors.

 

This way I wonder
Well, I know not why
am I the only one to think so
then let me be the odd one out