She Stands
She stands at the harbor door
so strong, her heart of stone
is like one of a Saint.
Her eyes of wisdom have seen
the coming of greatness, and
she welcomes them, much as a
mother cuddling her newborn babe.
A sight to behold for many a lost vessel,
searching for the comfort, once forsaken
needing refugee in safe arms.
Tears she has dried, while allowing dreams
to become reality, with new found hope.
A giver of compassion, love, and acceptance,
never swaying, she stands.
A beacon of warmth as a new life begins,
guarding the rights, and safety for all.
Yes, she stands at the door.
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