She lives alone though not of choice

Still we hear her still, small voice

Over the airwaves of the internet

Reaching out, not finished yet.

A life of solitude now is her lot

The silence of home is what she’s got

The space to find herself and think

Freedom to love and live with pink.

Making choices every day 

Maybe someone will come to stay

Making life rich beyond her dreams

This her destiny now, it seems. 

Writing her thoughts and dreams and fire 

Pent up inside her that warm desire

For closeness now fulfilled in the Father

A human child made right for further

Joys untold in the future days 

Rejoicing in poetry and songs and lays.