She walks through the rain, the pain locked behind her cold eyes <br />She sees the lights of the houses, those Christmas lights, <br />She sees her home, no lights, no tree, it is dark and still <br />The rain falls on her long white hair, her white gown flowing tears stream from her eyes <br />They are silver and full of sorrow and pain they splash against the wet street <br />And shine like silver perils against the black cold surface. <br /> <br />A car passes and for a moment she thinks the driver saw her, in her gown <br />For a moment she thought she was alive <br />Just for a moment <br /> <br />She sees the road stretch before her, she sees the lights that line each house <br />It is Christmas eave her mother and father are at church for their first Christmas sermon without her there, her eyes fill with more tears and more perils fall to the road <br />A bird flew above her, a dove <br />Her mothers favorite bird is a dove, she always says look to the dove for answers <br />The girl never understood her mothers words, now she knows <br /> <br />For a moment she smiles <br />For a moment she feels no pain <br />Just for a moment <br /> <br />She lifted her hands to the Dove <br />“Take me with you” she pleads into the sky, into the falling rain <br />The dove fly’s around her and grasps a small twig in his beak <br />The twig falls into her outstretched arms and she grasps it <br />She looks at her palm of her hand and sees the holly <br />The berries shine red, she knows what it means. <br /> <br />For a moment she sees the light stream from the Dove <br />For a moment she knew to follow <br />Just for a moment<br /><br />Bethany Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moment-16/
