Spontaneous poem written by starting with last line in a poem called “The Weaver” by Pat Schneider.
What she knows she knows
There is life after a death
There can be good days
Happiness
It has to come from within
No one can do it for her
There is no hole or gap
Just light shining consistently
Her name means light
And she lets it show the way
On how to weave a new life
The one she always knew she’d live.
That one wild and precious life.
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