Surrounded!

They surrounded the bed where their mother lay

like vultures waiting for the victim to expire

gasping for breath faces becoming more clouded

within was at peace her life had been good

not wanting any family and friends to feel sadness

memories to be good not linger or depress!

 

Certainly not left with no love ones to give comfort

not in a dark dank slum or leaking tent

was in her own warm comfortable and familiar bed

a figure dressed in white glowed nearby

her husband to smiled patiently waiting in shadow

recall flowed like a slide show!

 

Not young satisfied she had no regrets or bad secrets

there for the children and grandchildren

her daughter sat holding mothers hand tightly so cold

peace filled that bedroom eyes closed

breathing stopped as her soul left the vessel at last

she was now part of history past!

 

Holding the man she had married and left far to soon

took one more gentle gaze at the family

then guided by the angel through that brilliant light

those present sensed she had passed on

praying over the empty body they loved so very dear

in unity they would forever be near!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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By The Ruins!

By the ruins of her home the child dazed

high winds had blown it down

terrified lost the behaviour now crazed

nothing could save the town

from the force of natures mighty power

survivors could only cower!

 

Nature takes no sides without mercy strikes

that mankind cannot control

as the instruments alarm showing the spikes

millions pay a terrible toll

as leaders battle to dominate in their wealth

affecting stability and health!

 

The pitiful sight of children and adults pleading

for basic necessities of living

increases as the climate begins to destabilize

yet sharing for many unforgiving

even the images of devastation and the dead

on humanities path will not tread!

 

Those secure in their bubble of comfort and joy

should remember nature can easily destroy!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

So Close!

In my mind its wonderful when we meet

so close to you I deeply feel

our flirtatious banter is always a treat

secretly having that tender appeal!

 

But know it is only within my lonely mind

an imaginary female friend that’s all

so perfect thoughtful gentle and very kind

there when others ignore my call!

 

In the silence you comfort me from fear

raise my spirits halting even one tear

giving me the will to live yet another day

keeping that dark depression at bay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.