Gloria

For my aunt Gloria. She suffered a devastating fever when she was a child which caused her to become mentally handicapped. The fever however, could never destroy her heart.

Gloria

 

I wonder what she thinks
Sitting in her world of silence
To some, she has the mind of a child
Her eyes tell me differently

 

She deserves such a life of beauty
Yet she sits alone
Like a Christmas ornament
Only shown on special occasion

 

Time has long passed
Since she fit in
Yet her heart harbors no hatred
Only love and forgiveness

 

For her, his arms will extend wide
She is truly his child
As for the supreme she will leave behind
The path can never be so clear

 

By Brian K. Walters

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[Letemdangle]

When people talk to you with their eyes, the messages are clearer.