The end off May

Slipped, softly, a sunshine into our lives.

An elf, well fit in the palm of a hand.

Tenderness under hot glass,

Where she was Admired.

A child full of joy. which had a tendency to artist.

Lot of time alone. soulful works of art brougth forth.

Though the cry of loneliness heard no soul.

Loneliness in love.

There`s the child, now a young woman,

With many blessings in her life.

Her soul is ofthen wounded,

Still a silent scream in the heart.

Brave, her life journey.