Land of the Free
Sometimes
It’s hard to know
What to perceive
As real
It’s a hard time
To be alive,
Though it’s good, too
Welcome home,
She called to her
Spaniel charges
Here they will
Have home
Tired Monday mornings
Notwithstanding
Or lulls in movement
Or going through
The harder times of life,
Home will be here
For small angels
Unaware
(from good news by
Stray Coffee Breaks,
https://straycoffee.wordpress.com/,
Charles and Thaddeus)
March 11, 2016 at 9:39 pm
Very lovely poem. Hope that home (as you write) will always be there for little ones.
March 12, 2016 at 9:05 pm
Thank you. Home is a gift, isn’t it, that everyone should be offered.
March 11, 2016 at 10:57 pm
It’s enlightening how you write about truthful contradictions; it is hard to be alive right now but it’s still good.
March 12, 2016 at 9:07 pm
Thank you. It’s an honor to hear the work can be enlightening. Contradictions–I guess it’s great we have them. I mean, I know we have the difficult. Isn’t it good we have the comforting as well.
March 12, 2016 at 9:53 pm
I loved the last two stanzas. The resonated the most with me. 🙂
March 12, 2016 at 9:57 pm
Thank you. I’m deeply grateful for resonance. The last stanzas get closer to the reason for the poem: the lives of dogs in a new home. The lifes of anyone who needs home.
March 12, 2016 at 9:58 pm
You are welcome. 🙂
March 14, 2016 at 4:53 am
Lovely poem with real contradictions told creatively. 🙂
March 15, 2016 at 12:27 am
Thank you, Rosema. Home is good. Home is hard. Home is both. But always home.