Small Way
The old woman walks
With such stiffness and care
But for Gods' loving graces
That could be me there
She is tenderly holding
A small dress of lace
And a bright shining look
Does her creases erase
I have lots of things
Gathered up in my cart
When I said"go before me"
It gave her a start
She turned and she thanked me
Then beamed out a smile
Once again all was well
In this world for awhile
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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