Our minds are consumed
with a legion of details.
Where to begin deemed
obvious by most,
if you could feel the pulse;
a quickened heartbeat,
you’d know there’s no recovery.
We’re past all that,
bits too forgone to consider,
the beauty lies, quite perfectly
just beyond
and your hands belong there.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Hello dear Audrey. I loved your work today.
LikeLike
Hello, John. Thank you so much for stopping by and reading. You’ve been a busy man. Happy Father’s Day.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are welcome my dear friend.
LikeLike
An enjoyable read, thoughtful with an enigmatic longing. Well done. 🧡
LikeLike
I’m so happy you enjoyed this poem, Steve. ‘Tis like you see through me. I appreciate your talented eye.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m embarrassed. 😳 It’s just what I read, everyone is different.
LikeLike
No, it was good. Promise.
LikeLike
Hands and beauty always belong together. Well done Audrey
LikeLike
Yes, indeed, John. Thank you always.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is such an interesting combination, Audrey. You’re making me think. Well done.
LikeLike
Oh, I hope by now you’ve recovered and just chalked it up to Audrey just taking liberties yet again. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. Hope you are well, Dan.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hello, hello, Hello! You have been in hiding!
Superb bit of writing!
LikeLike
Indian Cowboy, you seem chipper. So good to see you again!
LikeLike
Yeah… It’s been a long, long time!
LikeLike
Surely has. I pray you are well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So far, so good. My country though, is not in good shape. Too much hate. Too much division
LikeLike
Much as it is here in America, my friend. I will be praying for India.
LikeLike