"Time"

Mom with her older siblings 1935-1937

 

Time

Puzzle pieces piled upon the table

Moments carefully measured and cut

Respites sandwiched between what is and what won’t become

Not wandering in my mind anymore into tomorrows

I flail helpless against the inevitable

I choke on my burning unshed tears

I grieve the erosion of self

I step away from plans

Now my focus sharpens upon the fallen leaves under my feet

Instead of next Spring’s buds

How cruel, to lose the future

 

January 1, 2011