Loved Ones
Chased by the fleeing clouds
defined by the wind
life running too short,
make peace with loved ones.
Tell them you love them,
hug them and be moved.
Tomorrow might be none,
for later tears and broken heart,
it'll hurt when they're beneath the earth.
12/16/2021
Happy Holidays to all my Soup Family
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2021
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