She sat upon the porch,
With her head hanging down,
Not a soul was outside
Surrounded by nature’s sounds.
Her hands were clasped,
Her thoughts were far away,
A tear slipped from her eye,
On this sunny day.
A couple walked past,
At a bright cheery pace,
She heard their footsteps passing
But still hid her face.
As music began playing,
From somewhere down the street
She rose her head so gently,
And started tapping her feet.
Her demeanor seemed to change,
She looked like someone who could cope
With all that life threw at her
The twinkle in her eye was hope.
I saw a butterfly land on her finger
As she gazed at the garden
You could see her hardships
Had not made her heart harden
Whatever she was thinking of
Or saying a pray for
Must have felt answered
Had God opened a door?
There wasn’t a trace on her face of fears of creating new
tears.
