Music ripped through my soul
Shaping my first unbounded joy;
Long will this moment live with me –
A sharing of passion, family, friendship.
Excited beyond excitement
A moment has to end, reality returns;
My last instagram now meeting
A need for fatherly devotion.
Hanging, not wanting to leave,
A need to remain in the moment
Overcome with motherly experience
Leads to a first rush home.
A momentarily anger is subdued
As the fatigue of sustained joy
Drowns me in a new reality:
A post excitement lullaby.
The reality of that choice
Is anchored in my tears today
As I mourn the loss of innocence:
Enacted in evils carnage.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. THE VOICE OF INNOCENCE SPEAKS. Page Number 45.