Hey everyone! I used up my useful brain on guest blogs. So sorry.
Since my last poem seemed well received, here is one that seemed fitting with all the good news.
A rest and ease from sorrow found
Hark, as strange laughter makes a sound
Not heard in many waxes and wanes
Of the moon, whose borrowed light remains
It is neither daytime, nor bleak night
Yet a sliver of sun sheds beams of bright
A heavy soul feels much more free
As so is misplaced, a day to grieve
A rosy cheek is warm at last
From a brief reprieve, before it’s passed