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