The Day We First Met

Unseen, unheard, she keeps up the fight

Through the dust a beam of light

Never enclosed by a room

A piercing torch in the gloom;

She opens doors that others can't see

And then closes them quietly

She brings comfort, care and ease

With her store of tender mercies;

Don't bring your brittle pretence

Or your faux miserableness

She'll see straight through your useless charade

And your empty sorrow discard;

No - you're too late anyway

For with her I had my lucky day

The day when the future was set

The day when we first met.