That pulls a little
Farther than it should
That echo of pain
Wrapped in a smile
Hidden by the eyes
I know what she sees
I see what she is
I've seen it deep
She walks with a stride
Looks in each reflected pool
Carries her bag like a small child
She has it
The weight of others love
The talent, the gift
The pain of the weight
Of the love
Creaks
Like a oak hewn table
Under levels of love
Creaks
But holds
Under the weight
Of this love.
