Phillip Coffey - In the Midst
2022-10-11IN THE MIDST (To Mom)
Seeing a lone rose in the distance, moistening, soothing the manic In the raging storm.
Removing the top hat before entering, paying tribute to a close friend.
Tossing the outer garment to those feeling no warmth in the chill
In the midst of the grieving.
While every day much ado is made about the insignificant - all seems lost.
Others taking a stand for the freedoms of so many-sacrificial loss a - plenty.
Over there are the simple smiles, chuckles of the innocence of children.
Walking through all, protected by family members - breaking their fall.
Tired and weathered still laughing, rejoicing though left with no family In her generation.
Grip each day ever so gently, never tightly - releasing the joy of living to all. Comments | Permalink
2022-10-11IN THE MIDST (To Mom)
Seeing a lone rose in the distance, moistening, soothing the manic In the raging storm.
Removing the top hat before entering, paying tribute to a close friend.
Tossing the outer garment to those feeling no warmth in the chill
In the midst of the grieving.
While every day much ado is made about the insignificant - all seems lost.
Others taking a stand for the freedoms of so many-sacrificial loss a - plenty.
Over there are the simple smiles, chuckles of the innocence of children.
Walking through all, protected by family members - breaking their fall.
Tired and weathered still laughing, rejoicing though left with no family In her generation.
Grip each day ever so gently, never tightly - releasing the joy of living to all. Comments | Permalink