One Day At a Time
old Eyes
regard the setting sun
with
a
pale
aura of hope
as
Tomorrow
wells up
and finds its'way
down her
dark cheeks.
perhaps ,she thinks,
the morning brings
a chance for me after all.
she whispers to God.
The sea says so.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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