Just below the surface

laughter is a gift

a day of sunshine

a friend shared

a sister cared

I quietly rise

and in my chair

I think of things

and say my prayers

the flickering light

the quietness of morn

has washed over me

from others scorn

I look past time

and sense a grace

it is not  mine

but, just below the surface

a tear wells up

I take a deep breath

look toward the flicker,

and pick up my coffee cup

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