sometimes a bit of gold shines through a tattered dress
the rain has its tiaras I confess only that
and where her slippers wear clean through
the dew anoints
the princess disguised.
I would embroider in this wise
on the goose girl exiled
the vault of Heaven, her roof
the scudding clouds
with floss of forget me not blue,
little rosebuds
for she should get her due
in multifaceted lore
shooed out the door
and near to penury
you are still who you are with your bunch of violets
though they have scattered you
farther than Far
friendless yet holding the secret still
that God helps whom He will.
mary angela douglas 3 july 2019
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