Vernon S.



    Feeling the stains of past regrets

        Her fingers deftly move

    The memories of despair aside

        As the silken filaments of hope

    Always there is hope, no matter

        how deep the wound.

    Willing to make the darning

        That will not restore the old

    But will create a new,  stronger net

        To catch the dreams

    That float towards the light

        Seeking to become

    Children of the web, she weaves,

    Eternal and everlasting.