The Source

The source of pain
Was unknown
Fully it came
Daily shown
Twisting, grabbing
How it tore
Always stabbing
Offering more
A voice called
And said,"Enough!"
Still she stalled,
"What of my Love?
" Look to the light.
Come up, see
Where hope is bright!
Here's family!
The veil grew thin
Parents...in-laws
Grand children- twins....
Plus more, she saw!
"Be their angel-
Their guardian.
Life is fragile.
Let go for them."
Her husband!
"No!" She held on
To his hand...
So safe and strong.
Then...a thought
Lit up with light.
Future taught,
It will be alright.
"He'll be grandpa-
The only one.
You'll be close and
One day, he'll come!
Peace was sweet.
There was no doubt.
Arms did meet
Home was about.