Loved, Just Loved: A poem For Marge

Young and forsaken with winding roads of needing
Just to be loved, truly loved as steps were erased
Swept aside under cloudy skies warmth pales
Like pieces of confetti the day after a parade
And as I reached to touch the sky it kept falling 
Falling as I flung hope to the horizon's edge
Where endless colorless hues echoed back my fears
And my suitcase became a home for my locked heart

Lay my grieving pillow in stony streams of sighing
Again to find hope had no eternal to trace
With fading smiles tomorrow said so long
And each lament became a home to home navigation
A ritual that never wavered in sorrow
Yet I was clinging to my hopeless dreams someday
Someday an angel would lead me down a path
Where I would be loved, truly loved was all I asked

God must have seen my yearning soul was turning black
For a single thread had held my heart together
When a kindly woman gave me a home
And with a hard edged attitude I just thought for how long
As I wore out her patience more than once, but soon
I began to crumble from her unending love
Love sweetly forgiving and unconditional
And my heart was warmed from the love she gave to me

So lost in her kindness my world began to sing
Her heart, gentle, could love a stray dog with mercy
I was the wanderer, she took me in
And so patiently mending my heart with a mother's touch
My spirit was singing and has sung till today
Gray clouds rain in my heart because she passed away
Away into Heaven where I am sure God's grace
Is welcoming her as a sweet angel who loved, just loved