We walk and talk and laugh and cry

we very seldom wonder why.

The world is a constant challenge

to know what latest foil we avenge.

She is a woman of substance, a smile

so indicative of freedom in erstwhile

company that does suggest harmony

meant to soften the grit of calamity.

 

She does laugh and parade a humor

contagious to the souls in her armor.

While the world continues mechanic

hers is a pause to manage this panic.

She that brings life to an aspect of love

is far and away too soon to travel above.

We are compelled by passionate drive

to seek solace inside the love we strive.

 

Hers is a sudden discovery of mortality

yet always will she battle senseless reality.

The oddity of this cancerous phenomena

strikes at the heart of those we love in a

ruthless manner with little decisive manner.

Loved ones struck down or asked to gather

strength inside the quandary of humanity …

we do find ourselves now begging sanity

 

For it is a battle silent, in the shadow’s release

Oh to know salvation brings wonder in peace.