Just in case – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw 
soft
giggles
like crumbs of encouragement

warm
murmurs
like holding a shaking hand

pillows of 
intention
there to catch you

if,
just if.

©Ali Grimshaw 2022

None of us knows what tomorrow will bring. 
Yet, I do know that I can choose love and I will.

dVerse – Open Link Night #311

40 thoughts on “Just in case – Poem by Ali Grimshaw”

  11. If we can hold what’s dear to us, even if its only in the mind, it has the power to bring peace . I miss my children, am missing out on my grandchildren, due to distance, but if I embrace them in my thoughts it provides some measure of comfort.

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  13. What a lovely poem, Ali 🙂 I agree with you – non of us knows what tomorrow will bring. The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today… The whole future lies in uncertainty and that’s why we should at least try to live immediately. Thanks for sharing and have a good day 🙂 Aiva xx

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    1. Agreed. It’s so easy to forget that life can change in an instant. Being present to that makes the gift of today more precious. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts I’m glad you liked this poem. Be well.

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  14. Exquisitely profound Aly … and softly I shall, walk, talk, and breathe …

    “Softly I Walk”

    My sensitive old pen
    Bleeds words of why and when
    And scrawls blue lines now and then

    Life and love have left me breathless
    However, my empty body is not heartless
    Nor is my tired soul sightless

    I hear the crusty sky softly walk
    And I listen to my angel’s wings quietly talk
    About when her universe turned into chalk

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  16. Exquisitely profound Ali .. and softly I talk and breathe ..

    Softly I Walk

    My sensitive old pen
    Bleeds words of why and when
    And scrawls blue lines now and then

    Life and love have left me breathless
    However, my empty body is not heartless
    Nor is my tired soul sightless

    I hear the crusty sky softly walk
    And I listen to my angel’s wings quietly talk
    About when her universe turned into chalk

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