In the Virtue of Making Bed in the Morning
Her daughter worries of the safety
of her children at school.
She has no word to comfort her, except
telling her:
first, open the window,
let the morning air, with the breath of
the stars of pure dream, flood in;
Shake the pillow and the sheet,
let the residue of the bad dream
out of the window.
With that,
the red stains in the shirt,
the lifeless faces of the kids, revived;
now, all are safe in the class.
Now, you can relax and sit
in front of the computer; work;
do the ritual every morning.
©Byung A. Fallgren
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This is beautiful! And a healing message for me. Thank you.
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Yes, we live in terrible times for parents and grandparents who fear that each day may be the last they ever see their children.
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Thank you for sharing your feelings, Jerry
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You are very welcome. I’m glad you like the poem.
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This really set me reflecting
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Thank you, Derrick, for sharing
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