Seraphim
little girl who rose up
above poverty
above ignorance
above circumstance
above forced marriage...
little girl who rose up
above her poverty
above her circumstance
their forced marriage
their ignorance...
little girl who grew up
little girl who had to grow up
too fast, far too fast...
who learned the ropes too fast
who learned rough, tough, gentle
who became a woman
who became a seraphim...
a seraphim who looked down
a seraphim who descended
descended from the heavens
far beyond the speed of light
just in time...
just in time to save an old fool
just in time to marry me...
*Happy Birthday Vicki! Miss you...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014
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