it is moments like these where our hearts, our spirits
sit together and share our reminiscences, our sad,
our joy and hopefully we will focus on the nostalgia
of joy
for if the flower would hang out only when the mist
and grey hovered, its colors would not be as brilliant
its stem would not be as sturdy, and its stoma would
not flourish to feed the bees and birds
if the seas would wave, only, to the the moon at night
then the osprey would not soar and dolphins would
not jump, play and skip o’er glistening ocean white
caps under the gold rays of the sun
and so remember this moment of choosing joy in
lieu of the memory of misty grey for our choice will
grasp our hand and lead us, from this moment on,
toward kindness of our fellow ‘man’
