ONE DAY AT A TIME

Your existence just a day, Christmas Eve

My heart did heave

The words on the plaque

Made me take a step back...

Bow my head

Now fed

By a realisation this child..

Mild..

With no malintent in its body did not last...

The day, life passed

It by

In a blink of an eye

The parents forever bereft

But the child's presence has never left

Them, you...or I

As you see

Their memoriam tree

Forever a reminder life has no reason or rhyme...

So embrace it one day at... a...time.

PHILIP JEREMY WILSON

Written at The Poetry Factory December 24th, 2020

The people's memoriam garden by Langstoneshore, off Furze Lane is a place of serenity from a child who died the day of its birth to an old SAS soldier. A palative reminder of the fragility and strength of life.