Three faces pressed to window pane, Blurred by sorrow, washed by rain. A home once lost, a broken vow, Beneath the California sky, somehow. The hardest choice a heart can make, To send away for their own sake. I stood alone and watched you go, The deepest pain I’d ever know.
My home became a canvas tent, By creek water, my strength was spent, and then renewed. The tracks my guide, With nowhere left for me to hide. I’d walk to work in waitress shoes, To fight the lonely, midnight blues. Each dollar saved, each tip I’d keep, While promises were buried deep.
By day I’d scrub, by night I’d pour The coffee, dreaming of a door. A roof, a room, a simple key, To bring my children back to me. The work was hard, the time was slow, But in my heart, a fire would glow. Fueled by your faces in my mind, Leaving the darkest days behind.
And then it came, that joyful sound, A home on safe and solid ground. And you were there, my children three, Your laughter filling it for me. The struggle forged a bond so strong, The place where we had all belonged.
Now twenty-five years down the line, A legacy of love is mine. A business owner, standing tall, I catch the ones about to fall. For in their eyes, I see my own, The seeds of strength that have been sown. I offer work, a helping hand, A chance to rise and make a stand. No judgment for the road they’ve trod, Just quiet faith and a gentle nod. For we can change this world, you see, One person at a time, like me.
Pam Beach “Beyond the Blog”
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