LET SORROW FLOW
She dried her eyes, wiped the tears,
Started again , to write her fears
From long ago.
The empty page, before her blank,
Looked neat and crisp, as her heart sank
To deeper depths.
Where were those years, now been and gone,
With family there, to rely upon
Against the foe?
A word she wrote, with shaky hand,
A drip dropped down, on it to land,
The zigzag lines, with blotches too,
Took meaning now, without ado,
As pen ran fast.
It had no need of guiding hand
To show just where it ought to land
To make good sense.
She let it run, take its own course,
Find the matter from hidden source,
With words that last.
The end in sight, with one great sigh,
She let pen fall and shut her eye,