AFTERMATH
What’s left when the tribe departs?
An abandoned high chair in the dining room;
One pink canvas shoe, a headband, a nightshirt.
An eerie quiet…faint echoes of giggles.
What’s left when anger is unleashed?
Broken friendships; common interests flying
Out the door, hurt spilling in the curb.
A simmering quiet…egos bruised…
What’s left that matters more ?
Love shared; forgiveness when asked;
Self absorbed thoughts parked at the door.
The joy filled quiet of inner peace.
1 comment:
Sounds like some kind of week-end~!
Thanks for the "joy" you shared with us - bro made it safe to pick me up and we are home and enjoying the quiet!
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