Reading The Tea Leaves of My Father
Silence ostensibly follows...shock an' solitude;
May i offer you a cup of Jasmine Green Tea?
Sometimes the unthinkable affords us
options and opportunity
to realize our acumen,
muse on our attitude,
or perhaps be opaque
to the shock and solitude,
and ensconce in the mind-quelling ambience
of time, Death and tea leaves.
For Tomorrows another day;
that's what my Father would say,
when silence held its breath
far too long,
while people feared chaos;
.....and,
he could not bear to watch the void
of the helplessly old staring 'n twitching
at the nothingness before them
No way to live he'd say....
ther' be no dignity to this!
My Father was a very wise man,
took each day as it dawned....with Faith;
tho' he despised tea with a passion.
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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