a walk

though the path was overgrown

by years of sad neglect

she took a walk there anyway -

was there beauty left?

the quiet sound of pretty birds

had been her friend for years

and this day was no different -

it calmed her soul of fears ~

she sat down on the mossy grass

to rest and contemplate

a place to think about her life -

to think about her fate ...

then looking over to her right

just inches from her toes

arising proudly through the weeds -

a perfect deep red rose.

    ~~~~   

often it's the little things

that make us think, and nod

it comes as if by accident -

you're smiled upon by God.

hope is eternal.

© Debbie Finlay

07-31-2011

** This is dedicated to my beautiful daughter, Lauren ... who makes me believe in beautiful things ... happy (early!) birthday! Love, Mom :-)