Poinsettia Day 2023
by Michael Doyle

Usually quiet and sometimes reserved
Sometimes death seems so undeserved
It's hard to find the words to say
Like on this present Poinsettia Day

Life is sad, yet interesting, in procession
Moments like these reveal this is not a possession
But a gift to be lived each moment with love
As if always aware of the heavens above

I saw this often in David's eyes
As he looked on his family as if wise
Enough to know what was important
And accept his life without resentment

But to be lived in its fullness and giving
Filled with laughter and forgiving
His smile was a smile to always remember
And I do, on this sad day in December

Poinsettia, a flower so much like a star
Observed up close or even from afar
It makes me think of the story of the first Noel
As shepherds woke to find that first Christmas tale

Up above their heads in the dark midnight
There, they saw that star shining bright
How I wish I could share its healing light
And make everything turn out right

How I wish I could share its healing light
And make everything turn out right
This isn't the kind of news angels usually bring
But I pick up my guitar and start to sing

Plucking notes with a heart filled with sorrow
Wishing I could breathe some of my life for him to borrow
Here on this cold winter's night that feels so deep
I do my best to not breakdown and openly weep

(c) December 12, 2023   Michael Doyle
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