Sunday Morning - “Reflection…”
When she looks in the mirror, whom does she see?
What once was and what never again shall be…
She awakens to her cross that gets heavier each and everyday,
Mobility decreasing, and yet to me she’s stronger in every way.
The path she’s walked, no one would choose,
A true test of oneself would be to walk in her shoes.
If only for a day, how clarity would return,
Knowing and believing we are blessed is all we’d yearn.
In her moment of truth, does she reflect, does she wonder why?
Or is she in that place of peace, lets it go all with one simple sigh…
Answers unknown, but the one truth I never shall forget,
She knew she was blessed and there was no sign of regret…
It was clear that she was chosen to carry that cross for all to see,
But what would we learn and to what degree?
Would we be better people or would we soon forget to remember,
Until one icy lonely day in the middle of our December…
More than most, so many questions and I know not why,
Whenever I think of her, I thank God she’s in my life and try not to cry…
To my sister…
- tjd
