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.

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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