EMMA

The seniors at the Senior Center loved her

Because she offered an all-encompassing love

That filled the pained void in their hearts,

Made them feel wanted one more time.

Her smile seemed to include her whole face.

It was like being warmed by a light sun.

They could unburden their latest woes,

And feel as though she really cared for them.

She helped with those incessant paper forms;

And she was smart, seemed to know what to do.

Constantly moving to make sure all was well.

When she occasionally became emotionally drained,

She came to my little cubicle and closed the door,

Laid her head against a cabinet, closed her eyes

Then just let go as her heart refilled

With another volume of love to continue.

I could see the tired, strained lines

Gradually erase as her heart refilled.

It was a sight I will carry to my grave

As she would almost look magical as her heart

Captured another source from thin air.

Emma, was maybe, a messenger of God, I think.