I see beauty in soft greens
Triumphant blues escaping
From under the black fading to grey

    Adrianne lost her son
    When buds sprouted outside
    Muddy rain soaked windows
    She will never be the same

    I hug my daughter
    Like this is the last time I will see her
    Viscous malt thickness throat closure
    Because it could be me
    Because why not me

I still see beauty
In fog drifting off the harbour
In the melodies of Mozart
The flavors and spices
Of everyday life

But Adrianne doesn't