Valley:The New Home

This poem narrates the sad end of a sorrowful lady.

                  Valley:The New Home
Oh!oh!
Where has she gone to?
She was sitted here,
Right at my front,
Twisting and crying in pain.

I placed my large hand
On her shoulder,
Used my cloth to wipe her face,
Offer her meals but will not eat.

A little wide weeping worries,
A little folding of arms.
All will be alright,
You will smile again.

"I am not crying"
A little smile is noticed
"Of course,all will be well,
Only when i have gone home"

Next,she disappeared,
And was found in the Valley.