When Her World Dims

When her world dims, I won’t lose grace—
I’ll guide her steps through every place.
Through unseen paths and rocky ground,
She’ll find her way where love is found.

The world may blur before her eyes,
But not her trust—that never dies.
She’s lit my soul in darkened days,
In silent looks and steady gaze.

And so I’ll be the light she needs,
In whispered calls and gentle leads.
For every time she lit up mine,
I’ll give her back that sacred sign.

No fear will walk beside her pace—
Not while I breathe, not in this space.
And though the world may start to hide,
She’ll always have me as her guide.

As long as she is here to stay,
I’ll walk her through the fading gray.
For she has shown me love so true—
And now I’ll be the eyes she knew.

She once lit the way for me—
now I carry the flame for her.

— Angela Bond
Daughter, Unwritten