Someone once said prayers for your soul,
memories still fresh with loss.
They even built a monument,
with likenesses to make them recall and think.
Then time and event began to smooth over
the prickly edges of their pain,
and soon they too were gone,
the prayers being said no more,
save as thoughts in agnostic minds
as to the nature of faith
copyright Francis Barker 2020
One day we will live by the sea,
take our time like we always said.
We shall walk along the strand
come rain or shine,
while dinner cooks slowly back home.
Though we won’t have much,
we won’t ask for any more: it will be enough.
Contentment is making do,
inevitable like the tides,
the changing season
and the portals of life
copyright Francis Barker 2020
copyright Francis Barker 2020
copyright Francis Barker 2020
copyright Francis Barker 2020
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