in her cream diary
i find a yellowed wedding card
with decades of age
and yet, she found it hard to
discard
an indistinct one it was
a few lines in black and red
a sheet of paper, a judgment
tied in auspicious yellow thread
the card once read over and over
slowly moved to its restful place
few months and it was forgotten
in favor of a life waiting for embrace
but life, it never tried to charm her
instead it gave her reasons and grace
and she rose like single green sapling
with wild weeds and creepers to race
with little rain, little sunshine
and still a long way to go
she wilts sometimes and she whispers
that there is nothing for her to show
someone tells her that a slight shore
will soon guard her from waters rough
and hopes that she will someday see
that she has always been a reason enough
