Nonessentials

Your life long dream, a flower shop
or maybe a gym to keep us trim.
Your passions flow you build your place.
Your business grows.
You feel its grace,
and then the world shifts left
then right.
Your work is stifled by government might,
and all you've done to ease man's plight
is given a name to dim the sight
of all you've done so good and right.
Today you awake to a new credential.
You've become a nonessential.

My thoughts are with those mourning the death of a business. The impacts will affect millions in a tragic way. There is no clear answer, but
we will figure this out one way or the other,
hopefully, with wisdom.

Peace. 
Love, Linda

Life Moves On

Trill me a song little mocking bird,
trill me a  song today
as I push my broom in the parking lot
and swish the leaves away.

Your note is loud and oh so clean.
You rule your nest like an iron queen.
Florida, once a state quite smart,
made you "our bird," a symbol with heart.

But now we tout a bird of prey,
a mighty bird the great osprey.
It soars aloft and builds its nest
so high above all of the rest.

Its beauty bold as we watch it fly,
it spreads its wings and owns the sky,
as somewhere in a tree nearby
a clear, sharp note begins to cry,
and the mocking bird says its goodbye
as I search the trees and I really try
to stop and breathe.
And then I sigh.
And life moves on and we're not sure why,
and life moves on,
and birds will fly.

Peace. Love, Linda