Views of Ceilings

This work recounts snapshots of a life, and a death, beginning in the hospital; a place where one's view is often of the ceiling.

This work reflects my sometimes obtuse view of things. I often wonder "what is behind this, or what is underneath this, or as in this case, what is the view like from there"?

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.

The End

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