Penelope, bent at the knee
her eyes wide open and bright
silently praying and hoping that she
may one day see the light
.
In fervent hope, her words bespoke,
the trembling spirit rare,
that she be blessed all pain erased,
cleansing her soul with care.
Then in wonder, wrought, what God begot,
and the poet in her reared,
She smiled so beguilingly,
reborn in wonder and in her fear.
Before all chance of life were lost,
this wonder had she seized!
To love again- to feel again,
through the words of simple rhyme .
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©Bob Richardson 2008
