|Such beauty there truly is in this world.|
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Strike a chord
Live in concert
I went in search of words today
to describe my flustered mind.
I asked, what do you want of me
what can I do to help?
"I want you to sit with me
and stay by my side."
I cried, I'll stay awhile
but then I'll leave when you sleep.
"I'm afraid to walk," she said.
"I'm afraid to eat for I might choke."
You are not alone,
we are here to help.
"Papa and Mama came last night
but they didn't take me home."
I sat and listened
and searched for things to say.
"Did you bring me pizza?
I like corn dogs, too," she explained.
When you feel better we will
drive out to the lake to see the flooding waters.
"Albert and I used to stand on the hill
and watch them build that lake."
Then she smiled and drifted away.
I watched her as she dreamed, and kissed her good night.
Sleep came at last,
fitful for me and I'm sure for her.
Another day of pain, fatigue,
and fear, while all we can do is watch.
I searched for words and found that
we were missing Harmony.
Our chords are striking sharp and flat.
Our keys are not making music.
Then I found harmony, in a friends words,
and in Alleen's red roses that bloomed today.