The Woman – Denia Gooden

I saw her

She sat there with a comforting smile

With me in her arms as I cried

I wailed as I told her how long I’ve been stuck

After all I tried

She wiped my tears

Caressed my forehead

And told me things that I’ve already heard

But I cried again

This time it held me

For it was her word

She laid me on her chest

And rocked me as she sang a lullaby

The smooth pattern of her heart matched her voice

Pulling me to a calm cry

Being able to think cleared I wiped my eyes

Wondering who this woman could be

No longer blinded by my tears

I see her and I know she sees me

I looked her in her eyes as I thank her for her care

She did not speak

Just a smile and a stare

I no longer wondered who this woman could be

I recognized this woman

For this woman was me

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