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Cloaked in Sadness

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If the world could stop for a minute,
Everyone would definitely see,
That I just lost someone,
So very, very dear to me.

Though the sun is shining,
And a breeze is softly blowing,
Little things that once mattered,
Are no longer in my knowing.

My heart and soul are breaking,
NOTHING seems the same,
The noises around me fall silent,
I wish I knew who to blame.

I tried to prepare for this moment,
Never before have I felt so sad,
My insides ache and ache,
I cannot believe that I have lost my dad.

He meant EVERYTHING to me,
Was the apple of my eye,
How will I ever think of him again,
Without the need to cry.

They say that time will heal,
Surely they are wrong,
Everyone who tries to reassure me,
Sounds like a never-ending song.

My eyes are red and stinging,
My throat feels tight and dry,
My legs are weak and tingling,
I really could just curl up and die.

I slowly gather myself together,
I am going to win this fight,
After all, I owe it to him,
I will be his light.

(Written as a tribute to my colleague who has recently lost her father.)

Cloaked

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Working Days Are Near

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Our days are numbered,

The end is coming near,

We try to brace ourselves,

The remaining time we hold dear,

I wish we could stay forever,

But, it turns out that we can’t,

The reality within arm’s reach,

A wish that cannot be grant,

The memories will last forever,

The pictures say it all,

Precious times spent,

Having an absolute ball,

‘Not to worry’, we tell ourselves,

We will do it again soon,

After all, it’s up to us,

To march to our own tune,

Indeed, it’s back to daily working life,

Schedules, lunches and plans will be made,

Our vacation time lain to rest,

That’s how it has to be, I’m afraid,

We’ll forge ahead like soldiers,

Doing what we must,

Early morning wake-ups,

Will cause the most fuss,

So, when the day comes,

And we hear that familiar sound,

We’ll Lurch ourselves out of bed,

Off to work we will be bound.

Freedom Within, My Soft Lullaby

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The lull of the ocean draws me near,

It’s layered blue depths of which I silently fear,

Yet, inside my soul there is a continual yearning,

The nature of which I am still eagerly learning,

In it lies peace and a sense of calm like no other,

As if it were a close cousin or maybe my brother,

The crashing, the splashing, the soft lullabies,

Sing a song to me that are billions of years wise,

I sit in awe and find myself staring for hours on end,

So mesmerizing are its wet curves and rolling, soft bends,

The sparkle of light on its surface invites me in,

Here I am more free than I have ever been.

 Trance

 

Freshly Picked Berries:-)

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Mouth-watering goodness,

Melting on my tongue,

Energizing my spirit,

Refreshing my soul,

Nourishing my body,

No greater Satisfaction than that:-).

This Thing Called Life

Smooth sailing?  Not always.

Worth the ride?  Of course!

Lessons learned?  Without a doubt.

Twists and turns?  Hopefully.

A one-time journey?   Yup.

Make the most of it?  One should.

Write about it?  You could;-).

Share with others?  Highly recommended!!

Count your blessings?  Indeed.

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Sail

Little White Markers

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Seeds neatly planted side by side,

Little white markers there to guide,

Each tidy row holds a promise,

Especially such plants which are dicotyledonous,

Soil, water, sun, and heat,

Earthly goodnesss that is hard to beat,

One day at a time, we shall wait and see,

The fruits of our labour that will surely be:-).

Survive

Nature Exposed

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Brand new growth exposed,

Vibrant green buds breathing life,

Alive, succulent.

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