The Circle
I wrote this poem some years ago for a very good friend of mine....
"The Circle"
Sunrise,
glorious morning
golden dawn sparkling in her eyes.
The Circle of Life once began like this,
with a mother watching,
her child would be born today.
Pain and joy
united through love
so you could be.
Midday sun
breaking through clouds
reflected by tears on your face.
The Circle of Life once ended like this
with a child watching
his mother would pass away.
Grief and anger
shackled by despair
'cause you had to see.
Sunset
blood-red and harsh
as darkness triumphs over light.
The Circle of Life once continued like this
with a man standing
fighting his demons alone.
Hate and sorrow
centered in strength
he never gave in.
Moonrise
soft and blue
and the calming breeze of survival.
The Circle of Life wasn't broken through this
allthough whispers called
to cut the thread of fate.
Acceptance and calm
tempered by hope
and serenity.
Sunrise
bitter-sweet morning
another year came full circle.
The Circle of Life just is as it is
with you facing love
and laughter and loss – but still standing.
Celebration and memory
to the woman she was
and the man you will be.
© by AngelKahoka (Aug.2,2004)
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