Jerusalem
Father frowning
Daughter drowning
He held her near
Eyes closed
A life disposed
Nothing said
All thoughts in his head
Private
Imprisoned
Burning
Churning
All chaos within
Graveyard bound
No sense to be found
All emotions had drowned
A daughter once merry
Must now bury
Oldest child
Mild
Mannered
Kind
And true
So so shy
An early goodbye
Painted with a different hue
Blue
Always blue
And in his heart he knew
Girl broken
Never to be awoken
Some small token
Quick plans laid out
A trip to be made
To begin
To find peace within
With son and his new wife in tow
Only one place to go
To Jerusalem bound
Once sturdy and sound
Now slowly he walked
Through hallowed shaded streets
The way of the cross
His walk did make
And it was there he did break
And out if all came
Then all three of us to the wall
Where Jews and Muslims and Christians all
Stand tall
And on that hallowed ground
Is where his peace was found
To give witness profound
And now they’re both long gone
My wife and my father
As has the sun that once shone
Waylaid and strayed
Tired and mired
Battle weary and dreary
Thoughts drift back to that time long ago
For this life that is now staid
It’s time for a trip to be made
To begin
To find peace within
At that holy wall


You’re stories are getting so fluid and you can say so much in such small lines I love your work
So poignant. Thank you for sharing.