Every evening two broken women
Stumbled down a lonesome road
Passing each other on their way home
Silent, not a single word was spoken
Strangers they might have stayed
But one night the wind was howling
The lightening was crackling white
The black thunder roared
The icy rain drops pelted the ground
Beneath an old bridge they huddled
Two broken women hunkered down
Waiting for the storm to pass their town.
Very lovely words, arriving at just the perfect time to make appreciation even that much better. Thank-you.
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Thank you…
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What a perfect ending Jeanne Marie. I love this poem. My daughter once told me, as a very young child, “there are no strangers in the world, there are only people who haven’t met.” Out of the mouths of babes.
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Thank you!
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