Haiku Friday

It is Friday, Michael, and I am trying my best to honor your special day for Haiku. I will not even pretend that I know what I am doing, I just allow my fingers to type out the words my heart thinks of.

Sipping my coffee.

Devastation all around.

My world feels destroyed.

Truck bed in our yard.

A baby bed never moves.

A bird’s nest is safe.

Grateful for blessings.

No ending of this in sight.

Life continues on.

Today I am grateful that your memory encourages me just as you did as my friend for all of those years.