She hath wings

Pain turned to missing-

And missing turned to hope;

Forgiveness flowed with stories shared

Of memories long ago.

The door no longer bolted;

A window now stays open;

Melodies fill the soul-

As Winter melts away.

Smiles and hearts aglow;

Never looking back;

Connection at the core-

Pretence not invited.

Hope unfolds its petals;

Perfume of friendship true;

Appreciating the little things-

There’s hope in missing you.

©️ M. Patterson 18.1.2026