G – Grace

I remembered the times when she used to smile at me,
played with me until she faded away depressed.
Her glistened eyes dulled then dried along with my tears,
she left me stranded as I cuddled into her chest.

My mother who I longed for disappeared,
and crying in the cold I realized proved fruitless.
So I stayed silent because I must have killed her,
I knew then and there that my existence was useless.

For four grueling silent days and nights,
there was only hunger, the cold and her ashen face.
Darkness settled comfortably around me,
And I gave up. Until I was saved by Grace.

My deprived world was brought back to its feet,
the warmth I had lost guarded me all over.
This lady in white lit up my doom destined life,
I hadn't realized it then, but she was my four leaf clover.

Author's note:

All of these poems have been about Ana so far. But, I felt not enough is ever said of Grace. Her importance in his life and her role seem greatly overlooked. However, if you would like me to write another 'G' for Ana, please let me know (perhaps you have a suggestion too) and I shall gladly oblige.

Ash.