Trial of Sight
Part Thirteen
She wakes up in a place she knows
scent of herb overwhelms her
a sense of healing setting in
the soft hum of a well known voice,
again, her lullaby
“My little Caroline Crimson,â€Â
song breaks, welcoming her to light
Luminescence of the heart
sight still dark and bare
Realizing that she is blind
She asks,
“Who are you mother?â€Â
She can feel a smile and tear
from this gentle healer
Her savior and guardian
Her loving grandmother
-and I hope the plot thickens here… I am afraid that after this time of comfort I will not be able to throw her into darkness and suspense, as is necessary… but I will try…
Blessed Be in Love, Light and grandmas’ milk and cookies, Siren
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