I met a girl. She’s just 15.
She’s pregnant now but this began at just fourteen.
She was deserted by a hurting mom running from the pain.
Sorrow -she’s never gone to school.
Yet she is bright and has a smile.
She found a mom to whom she clings
She is after all a mom who’s just a girl.
And so she lives for what will be.
Resilience lies within the young.
I met a woman. She’s actually so strong.
Yet when she sat in deep despair , alone
(it’s tragic how life can bring us there!).
She lost her heart, she settled deep and sought to hide.
She lost herself and soon forgot the beauty of her spirit’s fire.
She gave up life!
Yet body still refused to die.
A friend reached out. Reawakened spirit’s home.
The light returned into her eyes.
Journey’s pain can seem so strong!
I met a lover. She’s now quite old.
Her skin has shrivelled, her joints so full of pain.
This broken world has ground her heart all through her journey long.
And so she swings, in fragile grace within a hammock bed.
I thought I‘d find despair!
But when I looked into her eyes, I found a twinkle lying there.
A life of joy sprang out to sing, of what a wonder life has been;
the memories, of friends and hope,
the treasure of her dreams now seen.
For, three sweet children come to sing with her and dream.
Author – Bill Tidsbury