Gloria Calhoun

Gloria Calhoun




I wonder what she thinks

Sitting in her world of silence

To some, she has the mind of a child

Her eyes tell me different



She deserves such a life of beauty

Yet she sits alone

Like a Christmas ornament

Only shown on special occasion



Time has long passed

Since she fit in

Yet her heart harbors no hatred

Only love and forgiveness



For her, his arms will extend wide

She is truly his child

As for the supreme she will leave behind

The path can never be so clear