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Terri Everett Poem
Lessons
The compos compels our force and direction.
But still we stop where we start.
Eternal rotating, repeating mistakes and never learning to part
Ignoring the grief in their voices with lessons spoken and taught.
Striving for a purpose and reason, ignorant of the fight they fought.
The pain the suffering of children, innocent so new and bright
Almost becoming an adult and only learning to fight
Young blood alive in their veins, it spills to the ground so cold
The right to be free is taken with no hope of growing old
It’s baleful to know when our spirit is gone, suffering continued again
The perpetual pendulum ticking to the beat of a distant drum
A hope for the future to understand, we only need to be bold
Its up to the individual to start a new belief
For the people to gather together in support to stop this eternal grief
By Terri Everett
In memory of ANZAC
Copyright © Terri Everett | Year Posted 2020
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Terri Everett Poem
It is time to leave us now
In life of passage we are blessed with an unspoken connection
His destiny quivering in my hands as the decision lies heavy in my heart
Just one more day before we must part?
My eyes closed as I pluck up courage, reliving stories we created together
with the passing of the physical being, that bond is never broken.
His spirit stands in the morning sun a routine that left a patch of bygone fun
His crippling body can no longer keep up with his childish manor
It is time, passing on in a peaceful way
He left calmly knowing my love, soft touch, whispering praise
kindness embracing his slowing heartbeat.
One last deep breath in, it leaves slowly, like a sigh of relief
Goodbye dear friend, he left willingly under my command
he is ready to go
Goodbye to your body shackled heavy and cold to the ground
Goodbye to your free spirit, lifting in an unexplained haze
An unknowing journey, wherever that my go
A tear of relief falls to the ground, a quiet sob in a silent moment
the decision was made, we can sleep soundly now
Dedicated to a pony called Charlie, who was in his 40’s retired from years of being an RDA pony.
Written by Terri Everett
Copyright © Terri Everett | Year Posted 2020
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