A poem

Some sadness descends on our hearts,
the week starts in weariness
as the tide turning tug of life’s ebb and flow
has more in store for us,
No, not for us but for her, a generous soul
who lies on the brink
of what has been, and now, into the unseen…
while we fight back our tears
making gestures in dialogue with the cold winter air.

Chris

For C