An angel shone upon her face
to light her heavy heart’s half-pace,
eye overflowing with the tears,
turmoils, torrents of passing years.
The toils and trials weren’t erased
nor sapped soil of her life encased,
but there with sun sprang smallest seed
that grew to tall, well-rooted reed
and helped her through flood one more day.
Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2013