Day: September 24, 2021

 
The sunlight hits the waves 
A strobe affect is the result
You must look away because
This is a beauty of nature
That one can only take
In small measures
Today it is happening and
I think of other beautiful things
My heart is a little heavy
As my children have had to leave
After a week long visit
One goes from that uplifting feeling
To a low of slight depression
We all know that life goes on
But that beautiful gift has left
And I am left alone in
My own poetic sense 
They are still out there and
Just a phone call away
We know there is inevitably 
There will be rain on a parade
The storm will pass and soon
Little miracles appear and
The soul responds with gratitude
There are many of these miracles
Do they always or ever cross our minds?
Do we miss out on the joys of life?
Do we miss them because 
We are not looking or even aware
That these wonders exist?
On a cold snarly bone-chilling day
There is beauty -- just a different kind
So a week long gift of presence is gone
The memories are ingrained sufficiently
It will soon be time to shake off the blues
Life will continue to unfold and soon
Someone new will come along 
The emptiness will be filled
The heartache will be soothed
The strobe affect will be gone
But still saying good-bye will always
Be or seem to be a hard word to say

Stanski
September 24, 2021^