A Poem: A Miracle

By Victoria L. Smith

A cloaked girl

In a dark lane

Whilst the snow’s awhirl

She ought to be in bed

On a night freezing cold

With a roof overhead

But no bed has she

To keep good and warm

Nor a home snug and cozy

She clings to her mum

Naught they can eat

Oh, the girl’s empty tum

What is this?

Faint visions flitter

Sprinkles of glitter

A basket of bread

‘peared hung on mum’s arm

‘A miracle,’ she said.

Joy, for the mum and the child

Would not yet starve

The food was high piled

The two will always remember

The great sent solace

On the twenty-fourth of December

Of God’s own promise


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