I remember
Being so young of age I could count
My years on one of my hands
My teacher was gone for the day
So we joined our classmates next door
My teacher was gone
My safety net for a day
I counted the minutes tick by
I ran out of fingers
And then
I ran
Out of hands.
What would it mean
To see my mother again?
To speak for just an hour or few
We could share so much of
What has been, the days of now
We could speak of how the world has changed
Lives since gone and lives now new
Her dogs and cat and partner ceased
Oh mom – our family, our home now gone.
Oh mom, I miss you oh so much
Every day, every year I miss your touch
A mother’s hand a gift so kind
To every child that’s born
To every heart that beats
Oh mom, I have my own children now
Your grandchildren you would love so much
Oh mom – how I wish!
For you to be here once more
To be here again for another
Hour or few.
I was born in days
When candy was exchanged for
A coin grasped tightly in my hand.
Technology was years away
From being in every home in every land.
I was born in days where I could cycle
To friends and to the park.
I was born when eagles soared the sky
And we could stay outdoors after dark.
I grew up with parents still alive
And their parents
And their parents too.
I grew up with a sister to hold my
Hand.
I grew up with a sun in the sky
And a moon after dark.
I’m all grown up now.
The same sun is beating down
And our moon –
Our moon still comforts as time delivers
A glowing silver crown.
Can I capture time? And preserve it for always. So it doesn’t escape or spoil or merely slip through my fingers. How I long for those days of yore, when children’s laughter filled the home and my heart. When days ahead seemed boundless and never ending. Oh this time is a cruel thing, and so it is. Time heals everything, and yet, it is time that snatches everything in its path as well. A greedy lustful enemy is time.
A few short breaths
Here on earth
Before our life is past
Time flies swiftly
Vaporizing
Make each moment last
A whole moon rose to stand watch over a scuttling earth. Ants and people breathed the same air and made the same mistakes of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The timeless guard beamed down its light and exposed the nakedness of life – a vulnerability so fragile and delicate against a ticking clock of time.
I tried to hold fast onto
Those precious moments
That flew by so quickly
And when I looked again
It had all just slipped quickly
Slipped through my fingers
Time had flown swiftly away
A calendar adorned
My bedroom wall
And across the surface
I scribbled with the writing of a
Child
School days and dances
Sports and friends
Driving lessons and kisses
Life and love
The cartoon characters
Kept me company
The pictures made me
Smile
Bound pages held
Strong and sure
But still
I removed the calendar
Scribbled with writing
The days of my life
My moments
And threw the pages
Away
Grains of sand
Trickle through the timer
Standing guard
Against a ticking clock
I cross another day
Off my life’s calendar
Worldly needs broken
Lost opportunity
Time stopped as
Earthly binds dissipate –
The ultimate finality
Poems and Petals 