God's Broken Prize

her hands worn and wrinkled for someone so young looking down at the pages of bills her eyes bore the everyday pain and frustration from the hope that poverty kills. scrubbing floors in the summer at the local high school stocking shelves at wal mart weekends feeling the love of Jesus all around from her circle of newfound friends. together they climb that daily mountain no longer so jagged and steep she smiles when her head hits the pillow at night praying to God their souls to keep her children smile too for they sense mama's hope and they see the new happiness in her eyes while her friends gather round their new angel bearing witness to God's broken prize