Hey everyone! I used up my useful brain on guest blogs. So sorry.
Since my last poem seemed well received, here is one that seemed fitting with all the good news.

Reprieve
Cathy Terranova

A rest and ease from sorrow found

Hark, as strange laughter makes a sound

Not heard in many waxes and wanes

Of the moon, whose borrowed light remains

 

It is neither daytime, nor bleak night

Yet a sliver of sun sheds beams of bright

A heavy soul feels much more free

As so is misplaced, a day to grieve

 

A rosy cheek is warm at last

From a brief reprieve, before it’s passed

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