"Who Will Love And Care For Them?"

Where upon my pillow of thoughts

the dream in me waking this new day,

winter morning clear against a blue sky

reflecting on the narrow winding stream.



A bare leafless tree exposed a chimney

I saw last night the snow was whirling by,

there across the brown stone wall bridge

within the dawn a new sky on the horizon.



Below the path my horse drawing a sleigh

my journey the tall steeple bells in town,

merrily ringing echoing a new day to pray

where the sun hides a distant orange hue.



Above the palette painting my illumination

a brushwork shaded timber beamed home,

covered by snowdrops softly in the breeze

like a magic carpet ride in the nearby forest.



Blackbirds perched upon a branch of green,

searching for a meal in the rippled waters,

waking up slumber time days of wonder

where upon a pillow I dreamed a dream.



Blissful against the quiet chill of the day

my room is lit with amber light today,

this Alleluia song of praise for health,

the approval blessing from above.



Heaven waits the eternal rest

sharing my home with orphans,

teaching them true values of life,

sharing my life long dreams in songs.



They gather around me with questions

reading hymns taught by the preacher,

now too old to look after them anymore

as I climb my stairs for their new clothing.



"Why is the snow powdery on the veranda

it freezes our toes as the cold wind blows,

dressing like fairies with flowers to dance

can we come inside and sit by your side?"



I cried a million tears of sorrow that day,

a spinster living alone in this mansion

until that sermon by the preacher -

“Who will love and care for them?”





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