That little kind gesture,
which was almost without effort
and you were barely even conscious of…
was in fact a ‘Sign’
the little ‘Miracle’ she had prayed for.
The ‘Smile’ you freely returned
with a comforting hand
upon shaking shoulder,
lasted merely seconds…
but, it seeded ‘Hope’
when all was thought lost
and germinated into an inner strength
which is still echoing alive today.
The door which you held open,
out of momentary politeness…
made her temporarily forget
the loneliness of widowhood.
To remember there is ‘Light’
as well as dark,
and helped thaw a little of the ice
clasping mercilessly at her heart.
Those loose pocket shrapnel pennies
didn’t just help him buy a warm coffee…
but, gave ‘Energy’ and ‘Positivity’
at crucial lowest water-mark.
Helping tip the scales
of ‘Courage’ and defeat in his favour,
whilst exploding ‘Magic’ and ‘Colour’
back into the greys of the battling day.
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