Awakening
Grey blue windows of a guarded soul
She stares intently
Being the listener, the mother, the helper
Lifting heavy bags
And holding doors
Always making sure
That everyone feels welcome
And valued
With her encouraging smile and genuine care
Hiding her beauty in baggy, worn clothes
She is on the fringe
Yet in the circle
Loved by all.
She leaves a feeling of warmth and acceptance
In the hearts of her company
An intelligent observer who takes it all in
She cuts through to a dead heart
That had drawn blackout drapes
On everything beautiful and light
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