a celebration of life
there is sadness in the streets
and anguish in the hearts of strangers
they gather on your behalf
knowing full well
it may be too little and too late
some say it was a midnight march
disguised as a parade
while others felt compelled to participate
simply by way of gut feeling
you could see it in their eyes
those watching silently by the wayside
an unmistakable colorlessness
falling upon the night
in the meantime little ones
searched for little pieces of candy
only to find diamond-shaped tears
glistening from the moonshine
february two thousand eighteen
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So love this, John – quiet and tender and very very beautiful. K
Thank you very much, Kathleen. A pleasure having you visiting here.
I especially like the last two stanzas.
thank you very much
that last paragraph made me wan to cry, a heartfelt poem.
happy you enjoyed this one, thank you