Light of the World
An unexpected loss
Plunges her into a dark world.
So she writes,
Pulling from time and experience,
Every twig of hope
She can find.
She places them, by hand,
In a small brown notebook,
Arranging the words neatly,
Carefully, reading them
Again and again,
Thus blowing a spark of life
Into the pages.
See, she is telling
Whoever would listen,
Even in this darkness
There is beauty.
We warm ourselves by the flame
Of her words,
Drawn by the light
Of recognition.
By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith
Writing saves lives, the writer’s and the reader’s.
It does, indeed. I know it has saved me!
So lovely. This is always how I feel when I read your poetry, like I’m warming myself by the flame of your words. Thank you.
That is so kind. Thank you for reading them!