GRIEF Poem: Wondrous One, by Alan Keith

I know a wondrous lady who moved from somewhere deep
and now lives in my city, in a basement on the cheap.
But places hold no value, for her home stays with her heart,
which she took to her new life, new country, new start.
She looked back with teary eyes at what she left behind
knowing life goes forward without a button to rewind.
In a harsh new world, she found a blessing in each day
and made the place comfortable knowing she must stay.
She tried to flourish here, to stand out and be bold
but her type of flower usually dies in the cold.
Rooted in foreign soil, the wondrous lady did feel lost
trying to show her true colors while freezing in the frost.
So yes, it took some time, maybe it even took a while
for the wondrous woman to unleash one of her smiles.
Winter nearly killed her, but in the end, she won.
She could not be frozen, for she had her own sun.
When she was feeling down she had to merely look inside
and find the place deep within where all her strength resides.
Now confident in herself, aware of the fortitude endowed
I watch her go through life, and I can’t help but feel proud.

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