Posted by: Ron DuBour | September 4, 2015

Daily missive for Friday the 4th of September.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Friday the 4th of September.

With her warmth so reassuring
The touch of her soft hair tickling my skin
Each breath,
The rise and fall so gentle
As she sleeps,
A miracle of wonders.
Even the bleakest of days have meaning,
When she wakes
Protesting she had never dozed,
Just eyes closed
As she lay, in repose.
It was just my imagination I suppose.
Nuzzled gently, into my lap
We chew the fat,
Complete a crossword,
Sharing out the clues
And count our blessings.
Images of dead children
Drowned in silence
Victims of greed
And insurrection,
Litter the coffee table.
Family holiday hot spots
Reduced to dead zones.
The sadness we feel is real,
It could have been any one of us
But for the accident of birth.
Why do people forget that?
We share the sadness
Of other more personal tragedy,
Empathise with the unbearable
Heavyhearted, weightlessness.
And remember how it was
To stumble through the void,
Lost in the emptiness of survival.
Are we complicit, to share such outrage
In the comparative comfort
Of our own lives,
Safe in the knowledge
That all things being equal,
The terrors that haunt
The dark regions of our minds
Will not be freshly washed
Upon our shore,
Unless once more,
Life’s harshest horrors
Come to greet us.


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