"Tiny Lightning"
by J. Kevin Wolfe

Nan has this twinkle 
in her eye
in her eye 
And all the rightness in the world sits 
in that smallish gleam  

(the spark of life itself it is)
a glint that makes existence
mean something  

She smiles with serious lips
and she cares to the point of pain
But this flit of pure brightness speaks 
run-on beams about mischievous hope
so unlike her demure

She makes you realize
eyes only shine because of tears



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