Cross-roads....

Nina waits sitting on a fence,
always pondering trying to make sense.
She should redeem her time every day.
Not let her days waste away.
She misses her journal, that's part of her frown...
God gives her joy, when Fiona's around.
Truly her peace would be a picnic in the park,
but that she fears is just a lark.
She stays in doors behind the scene,
and stuffs her self with mint de creme.
Lighting scented candles would really be nice,
even lovely fresh flowers would suffice.
Her bag seems packed in a retro-pictures,
Life images of what she reads in the scriptures.
Heading faithfully to her eternal end,
"Polishing my crown", till she meets her best friend.
Joy in the morning, surely this life will cease.
Nina at last will experience eternal peace.