Waves wash in unexpectedly, heaving and surging,
threatening our very footing, as one of our own
is wrestled under, ill equipped for the
fight of his life, which finds all
of us standing aground,
ourselves breathing
shallowly.
Marie Elena
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I've come to consider myself "family" rightly so or not. I stand aground with the rest. I understand.
ReplyDeleteRightly so. I knew you'd understand. Bless you.
ReplyDeleteM.E.
What a strong poem, Marie, but I'm so sorry, Marie.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Mary. You know, your support out here of Walt and me is so endearing, and appreciated greatly. Such a sweetheart you are, as well as an excellent poet.
ReplyDeleteM.E.
Powerful words wash over me like waves as I read it.
ReplyDeleteMarie Elena, what can I say!
Patricia
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Thank you, Patricia. You are a dear!
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