You are the daily moment I seek

Today you were a child’s joy

Crying happy joy

And another child noticing with wonder

Today you were a sobering walk

Sadness in my ear

asking, “How many dead?”

Today you were picking up people

Picking up their things

Today you spoke up when it was hard to

Today you were in rhythm

In harmony, never boastful

Today you spoke without words

Like rhythmspeak 

The syllables need no explicit meaning

Or even quantification. 

Glo/NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen. Today’s prompt featured the poem, “A Love Song Between Two Generations,” by  K. Siva Reddy It touched my heart so dearly.

Day Fifteen