A Toast

The flood doors open, a little rain came, but nothing usually wrong with a little cloud and rain

until waters rose, knocking over trees, knocking over roads, I got stuck on  the roads it’s nothing,
I feel for those who have nothing, losing your home and belongings-     now that’s something 

worse yet, saw a family on the news as they told the news of how they lost their two year old to the flood waters flowing, as the mother told the story, I watched as the pops tears started flowing  missing his seed

A million dollars given to him wouldn’t fulfill his need to hold his son

The waters took
 I looked at my own and got shook

 accepted his favor

Put my head in the good book and prayed that the lord give them a good look

It wasn’t me but I felt for em, waters so high-it felt foreign

So unexpected, one minute cool the next minute hectic

Some lost their lives, trying to hug on to their kids and their wives

Watching someone die must cut to the heart like knives

How do you live on when you feel like a part of you has died

I almost cried, if I told you other wise I lied

But now as the waters recede it’s time to proceed with life for it goes on

For those affected the most, I hold my glass and toast,

“here’s to life to the fullest, give thanks for that, live it and love it, yeah do that….”