None of us are immune; life is tough
Even when you lift your face to the sun while waves lap gently around your ankles on a warm sandy shore.
Even when you’re dizzy in love with a man worth fighting for.
Even when chubby little faces giggle in your bear hugs.
Even when birth and luck and hard work blend to get us through without ever feeling what it’s like to truly be hungry.
Even when our deepest nerves fry at the fall of bombs but our minds learn to ignore them.
Even when we find joy in
song and singing,
life and living,
growth and giving.
None of us are immune; life is tough
We ache for someone that died too soon.
We cry for someone sick that we can’t mend.
We struggle at times to ignore, heal or put up with pain.
We miss someone far away.
We’re ghosted by someone dear.
We wish we’d done something else.
Or more.
Or less.
We wish our smiles came more often and with more laughter and ease.
None of us are immune; life is short