The Diamond Bead...

A long walk, on a tough street,

Ancient shoes, there's no high heels,

The tar streets, cracked for the heat,

She had to walk, she burned her feet.

That lonely night, not a wink of sleep,

The day gone by, with work that exceeds,

The mountain top's, tallest trees,

How can she sleep? she had to weep.

A deep dive, in the oceans deep,

On a freezing night, with the stormy breeze,

That drowns the ship, in the oceans deep,

The water turned into ice, but she had to proceed. 

In the woods she heard, the howls repeat,

To her destiny she ran, from tree to tree,

The fear, deep down in her heart, she buried,

There's no other path, she had to sneak.

The danger in the world, like a weed,

Grown wild with sin, we all are weak,

When the Earth is not safe, anymore, to proceed,

Who else my friend, who else can succeed?

She deserves praise, oh yes indeed,

In a charcoal world, she's the diamond bead,

Who had no choice, but to take the lead,

Not for her, but for the sake of her daughter's dreams.

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-