Views of Ceilings
Moving colours without names
Sounds with oft familiar tones
Views of ceilings, soft refrains
Of Sleeping Beauty, kings and thrones
Smells, alive with daily living,
Adventure's breath, the kiss of life.
Father's love, a sea of giving,
Amid the giggles and the strife.
Bags and lunches, time to go
The clock divides the day it seems
New thoughts to think and seeds to sow
Cage, or scaffold building dreams?
Messy bedrooms, music blaring
Of chores and manners such a loathing
A wider mindset for the sharing
Uniform, in mind and clothing.
Moving colours without names
Sounds with unfamiliar tones
Views of ceilings, soft refrains
Of harried doctors, tears and moans.
Eyes so focused drift away
Father's love a sea of giving
Silent language guides the way
Steadfast, tender and forgiving.
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Views of Ceilings, which
was posted on Jan 20, 2011 by
Dashel_Jamison.
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"This work recounts snapshots of a life, and a death, beginning in the hospital; ..."
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