The Mistress of Word Play

At times she comes across the picture
of the face that haunts her memories
and the tears hang on the eyelash
the time of sorrow no one sees.

At times a vision haunts her dreams
of someone she lost long ago
and a pain rips through her heart
a suffering she's come to know.

At times I watch her smiling
when her daughter thinks  to call
and I wonder how she survived
through the rain which did fall.

At times I hear her laughing
when her grandsons are at play
and I revel in those moments
knowing the hurt has gone away.

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