“Burdens too heavy to bear . . “, someone
Wrote that, maybe it’s a song, maybe
It’s not true, hope so. Stuff keeps happening.
New job, lost Pa, new baby, lost Ma,
New house, lost sister. Remember Pat?
A loss that augured more to come?
How heavy does fate pile on, shaking
Foundations of family before the tree
Falls on the roof and the rain pours in?
Sunshine tomorrow is never promised,
To reach for the clearing is allowed,
Hope for arms lifting a sleepy child.
Tassels and libraries challenged.
Will I be warrier enough to accept
And wend a way through grit to grin?
K. Bruce Florence