Grenfell Tower / Our Saddest Hour

Nothing can express the pain, the shock, the sorrow,

That so many loved ones, will not see tomorrow.

Yet, too, there is overwhelming gratitude and pride,

In the heroism of those who braved the hell inside.

There is beauty in London’s outpouring of love and unity,

A coming-together for the victims of our community.

On a makeshift wall lies poignant commemoration,

Flowers and cards lay at the feet of devastation.

What now?

Now, there must be a decisive reckoning –

Cry a rage for change that’s deafening!

No more can they neglect to protect the poor,

We demand and must have so much more.

            © K.N.Liddington

Manchester

Oh, great city of Manchester!

How our hearts go out to her.

Tales of bloody devastation,

Can only defy our imagination.

 

Yet, in such times of fear,

Look and know we are here,

One community for good,

Peace and love understood.

 

Your pain echoes and is felt,

With the awful hand dealt,

Yet, your strength is louder,

The world feels your power.

 

Gone  –  but not forgotten.

Hurt  –  but not stopped.

Live on, Manchester and thrive!

Because terror we will survive.

© K.N.Liddington

Gratitude

Enrobe yourself in gratitude,

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Give thanks for the plenitude,

Life can be full of unfelt wealth.

 

My, how I am grateful,

My heart and soul rejoice,

My body made mindful,

This happiness is a choice.

 

There is so much to cherish,

Each and every breath I take.

So much sweetness to relish,

From sun-up to close of day.

 

Embrace and exude gratitude!

Lighter the heart, clearer the eye,

It’s a celebration and an attitude,

Every morning it’s my reason why.

© K.N.Liddington

DLTBGYD

Oh, they huff and they puff,

When the going gets tough.

The bastards will get you down,

Point, laugh and make you the clown.

 

They’ll whisper something nastily,

Concealed amongst quaint niceties.

When your gut’s felt the punch –

Well, they enjoy it a whole bunch.

 

The naysayers,  the truth takers,

The nice makers, the game players.

Well, don’t let them see you hurt,

Don’t let them tread you into the dirt.

 

It’s no use, pay them no mind,

First and foremost to yourself be kind.

Keep and cherish your inner child,

Only you can know your own smile.

 

Love you for you, as others should too!

Love the ones you know to be true.

Stay strong  and ever steadfast –

Tin soldier, you’ll find some peace at last.

© K.N.Liddington