And a Blackbird Sang
In deepest pain
I sought a lover’s arms.
In solace and in warmth
I lay relieved and soothed.
I thought of all who lay alone,
hurt, distressed, wounded without redress,
throughout the troubled world
and wept hot tears of love.
Just then outside on frozen bough
a blackbird sang his morning ode of joy,
and smiling through the tears
I saw all pain and love as one.
Margaret Gill
Very touching ….
Many thanks Noeline.
Beautiful:)
Thank you Elena. The poet will be pleased.
What a poem! Beautiful image, Louis!
You see Gigi, I have this well-trained mermaid!
Really? Wow! Your mermaid is a poetess!😊
She is. You might like to try this link https://margill7.wordpress.com/