I wrote this in December 2005 . My parents had been visiting and my Dad put a plaster on a small cut on my hand that I had managed to hurt when moving some furniture.
The highest mountain claimed her,
At once she felt the fluffy white snow-white clouds comfortable
Bright yellow hues of sun warmed a sated heart now.
Quiet rippling , glistening, Blue Ocean danced with joy and glee.
A little, lost girl, found a safe place to be.
Transformed moment in time unleashed deepest longing for a dream
Left behind a long time ago.
A dream complex to her childish mind.
Tormented searching crucified illusion.
Patient woman now realized the silent moment.
Gleefully found the plaster to mend her womanly hand.
A healing for a heart forgotten, kindness felt .
Her heart filled up with ecstatic joy.
Higher mountains claimed her rightly now as it was meant to be.