Before the fog, when music rang
The house was warm; their love abide.
Sweet children to good parents sang.
While standing safely by their side,
The fire glowed and music rang.
Protecting strong from dark outside.
The cherubs watched until the tomb.
When orphans life took flight to doom.
Their mother’s harp made magic sounds,
Like angels dancing on the wind –
The little ones to fear were bound.
What fate for orphans would transcend?
The streets were cold; no warmth was found.
Two broken spirits hope would mend.
There perfect virtue white as snow.
Abyss of darkness let love flow.
An icy sidewalk cold and bleak,
Two children stood with freezing feet.
A night of refuge they must seek.
Too soon, the sun finds its retreat.
Where, strangers walked; sisters were meek.
How loudly those young hearts did beat.
Then, came the angel, golden hair.
The guardian took them to his lair.
Copyright January 14, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Meme er Contest: Let It Snow- 12 Paintings of Winter Free Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst
Inspiration from Philip Calderon’s painting, The Orphans