Life is Static
by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Muscles seize
breathing stops
Tension rises
over the top
No where to run
no where to hide
Beneath the facade
living a lie
Footfalls approach
a knock on the door
Voices are heard
commanding come forth
Officers step in
dress blues heavily starched
A flag in their hands
it’s time for the march
Bugles are blaring
the chaplain is here
Someone pulls up a chair
says to sit down right there
Service has ended
this one and yours
Folds Old Glory
one two three and four
Pressing the triangle
all that is left
Into my hands
a heart that’s bereft
A tear slides down
cheeks porcelain red
Angel fingers reach out
a touch from the dead
A gentle jolt is all
his heart to mine
Taking my hand
now together in time
About the Creator
Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Gypsie is a nickname given to me years ago. I love to travel, do not stay in one place very long and I’m a long-winded storyteller/author.
I have two grown children and one grandson whom I love “to the sun and back a million times!”
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