Messages Poem by Haajar Farah

I awoke today
to looming clouds,
and so sighing I said
I'll write a poem today.

This isn't a poem of love
or hate.
It shan't be hard to understand,
so please, wait.

Take the time today,
to look around
at the mug of tea you just drank,
and at the small child that smiled your way.

Find beauty in small things,
and details.
Find the messages being sent
in the chipped bottles,
they always wash ashore.

And when the sun sets,
reflect.
On beginning and ending,
the good and the bad,
they're all blessings.

So next time you feel like crying,
you'll look to your right
and see the birds pecking at
the gleeful orphan's hand,
and you'll smile,
just like that.

You'll turn around
and see,
the mother and child embrace,
and you'll smile,
just like that.

Because it's the beautiful people,
that make life bearable.