Near the river I stood
Lost and alone
No one to love me
Nowhere to call home.
Pondering the past
The good and the bad
The latter was foremost
Making me sad.
My tears flowed
When the memories came,
I went to move on
Walk away from the pain.
The notes of a songbird
Maybe a thrush
Reached to my ears
From somewhere in the brush.
It stopped me again
I looked all around
Saw something glistening
Right there on the ground.
The forest fell silent
The songbird had ceased
his glorious melody
My discomfort increased.
I stooped and picked up
The shiny gold pin
'Twas a sweet little angel
With one tiny wing.
So shiny and bright
Almost warm in my palm
The songbird resumed
His beautiful psalm.
One tiny gold angel
One very small bird
That's all that I had
In this very strange world.
A peace came upon me
I walked on at length
Two tiny things
Had renewed all my strength.
Had given me solace
Where there had been none
I resolved then and there
My life - just begun.
©Anne N. Byam
2004
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