We are Them

It's a beautiful morning out on the deck
or so my mind does conceive
but somewhere else in a terrible place
they bury their dead and they grieve.

It pains me to say as the sun warms my skin
that I often forget they exist
the damaged,the weak the selfless,the meek
I hold lovingly in my clenched fist.

I want you to know as I sit in the glow
on a day when I'm glad I'm alive
I send you my love in a velvety glove
with my hope that it helps you to thrive.

Not just survive.