The Perfect Day
July 3, 2014
To Forget
July 3, 2014

The Healer

Her frame was old, curled, from the trauma of life,
Her shoulders hunched, carrying for years the world’s strife.
Sad dull grey eyes gave sign, she wanted to die.
Her face frozen, with deep furrows on her brow, no respite would her body allow.
Short stiff painful steps she took , as she fell under the spell of the healers soothing tones.
Tired despairing fading lady, with gnarled aching bones
Now accepting her pain in her joints, and the agony in her heart
From grief, of loosing a child forcing them apart;
Then the healer treated her aged glued up limbs
And her body and soul from her prison were released, simultaneously.