Water, water, rippling down my morning shower,
Just the right temp – a pleasing thing.
The snore of a little dog to comfort
During a midnight bad dream.
Simple happenings.
The smell of coffee, the pop of toast;
Classic songs on the radio;
A neighbor’s “hi”, dew on my face;
A creaking door, loving this old place.
Simple sounds.
A cloud forming the face of a friend on high;
The ferns grew another inch last night;
No air conditioning needed this day;
Laughing kids with just one more day to play.
Simple sights,
Then when life tells you you have needs to settle
For the humble ways, without complications,
And let quarrelers quarrel and frowners frown;
You opt for peace without limitation.
In Favor of Simplicity
Sunbeam in the rain
The aura that surrounds the pure
Is something we shall never know
So beautiful and untouched by hate
So kind, so loving, yet so touched by pain
Oh! Never have we felt so safe
In your loving motherly embrace
Still every time the war gates were pulled
The commander in you seemed to unfold
A friend we saw among all our foes
In the greatest battle to win the unknown
That’ silver lining beyond the cloud
That might radiance from up above
A picture of grace and a fount of hope
Is something you painted as you walked the corridor?
Elegance so deeply personifies
The voice of the young quarrelers and spies
The pain we feel shall forever resonate
At the loss of your guidance in the rain
And in the end with bated breath
Bid adieu to our mother, our love and our friend
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
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