An Angel In Disguise
Out the window pane she stares this day as others gone by. The
Streaming sun on the hay about and around;
Add a golden touch to this dingy room.
Drought she cried her eyes here thinking like a rose she would; but
Glad that cloudy day the bee whirred and had her head snap towards the
Streaking rays that part the grey tenderly.
On her lap her trusted friend sits faithfully from then,
Sharing her secret visions of the day when the
Tunnel will boast of light; a
Dawn when an angel in disguise will ride their way;
Tug them away from this life not of their choice, and so she sits each day -
Clinging with that hidden smile to the hope that sprout that day.
Copyright © Grace Mutindi | Year Posted 2015
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