Sunlight streaming,
piercing closed shades,
a painful reminder of a new day.

Weakness in the bones,
stricken by metal and stone,
mind beaten down,
by howling winds.

A true story told,
father and son,
a story so old,
God only knows.

Soon the cold creeps in,
ice water in the veins,
reminded again,
of the avaricious and bold,
false actions of men.

Just then,
a young girl walks in,
face so young,
her soul so old,
warm glints of sunshine,
shown kindly on shimmer locks.

A fresh dish of water,
a spring in her step,
as though heaven set her pace,
chasing winter from an old man's face.

The cleansing of skin,
a mother’s soft embrace,
wounds re-wrapped and retold,
winces replaced,
a twinkling in its place.

It is okay to sigh,
to dream and reminiscence,
but don’t lose your sight,
God loves you child,
this is not your punishment.