Mona’s Song


Remembering her life unplanned
A window that was her dreamland,
She left a bleak and cruel life
To build on rock instead of sand.

She walked through streets of hate and strife
Where words cut deeper than a knife.
She kept her thoughts as straight as pins
From child to mom; from girl to wife.

To learn!  The key to those big wins

With judgment keen and sharp as fins.
Then truth was poured into her soul
It washed away her stinging sins.

Her life had been an empty bowl,
Though failures took a grievous toll,
Each year she gains more self control;
Her faith renewed now makes her whole.

© Gay Reiser Cannon. All Rights Reserved


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