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.