Word of the Day: GROCERIES
This poem is dedicated to Your Store of the Queen City.
"Even when we can't get too close-
we rise to the challenge.
Together we make sure
everyone has their groc-eries to
stay in balance." -- Reba Hennessey (President, Founder at Your Store of the Queen City)
Grateful for the youth who are on the front-lines
shopping for the ones who are at-risk
Respectfully getting essential needs
Our communities creatively feeding the young
Children feeling the bond with their families
as Parents take this time staying-at-home
Even with uncertainty
Rising to the challenge of community learning;
cooks at home; supporting our small businesses
In a time that makes us remember that the arts are important to
push your mind and widen your horizon that you are not alone
Especially when the world is sitting calm
Safely washing our hands
while keeping our distance; in time we will not feel alone.
Signed ~ The Silent Poet 💓
I am here to... leave a piece of grievance... Allow myself to be ok... Know that everyone is not promised that moment...To lift their eye-lids... With a touch of crust...To stretch with power... Inhale resistance... Exhale relief... And solemnly say thank you
ROXY!!! <3
ReplyDeleteSwallows
ReplyDeleteAll the birds that fly past these days
Have their mouths full.
They carry anything woody
Fluffy stringy. Anything at all and
I know better but I call them all swallows:
Dreams balanced tenderly in their beaks
Tiny eyes clear as they wing to some
As yet nonexistent but envisioned home
I never get to see. Will they? I swallow
My coffee walking my shepherd who
Follows the birds with her ears
Wondering why they are always leaving
Just as soon as she turns to look.
Her world is full of such near misses. And mine.
All the birds these days
Are swift and songless
Carrying carefully so carefully
And like me they will be careful
Not to swallow or speak until they get to where
Their heavy dreams can be laid down.
April 4, 2020