willow

Here comes Willow,
Her hands on the wheel.
Her eyes on the road —
Calm eyes, like steel.



A coffee steaming,
The radio on.
She’s alone —
But not for long.



Here comes Willow,
Coffee stain on her sleeve. 

She’s all she’s got  —

And that’s all she needs.  

If you ask her,
She’ll tell about it:
”God’s got a plan —
You’ve just gotta trust it.”



Growth is a road,
And pain is the toll,
But here comes Willow —
Steel eyes on her goal.



She’ll get there tomorrow,
She’s learned someday takes years.
She’ll tell you, “no —
Someday is here.”