Tuesday, June 3, 2025

Death's Heavy Hands

Moms, Dads, kids, have “the talk”                                               Grams/Gramps/Relatives/Friends

Death pays frequent visits.                                                                                              Aging, accidents, phone calls, texts.

Death finds a way to knock on doors.                                                                    Phone rings, email arrives.

We get news someone passes

We cry or laugh. We give a "sigh".


Decades of family gatherings.

Never really knowing

The depth of their lives.

Too busy with our own.  


Walking away. 

Believing “duty” performed.

Check off one more “to do”.

Sigh of relief it’s finally done.

 

Who talks to us about the “Big D”

As we run through life looking

For what we cannot see.

 

Who cares if we move 

backwards not forwards?

Struggling with an opponent 

holding all the cards.

 

Unnoticed. Unrecognized. Unwanted.

When? Where? How?                                                                                                   And most of all, "Why"?

 

“I think therefore I am” 

Thoughts run through yesterday’s mind.


“What was I thinking about……” 

Now rings in our ears.


Wanting more time 

Wishing it could be . . .

 

You can do this. 

You’ve always done this.

 

Please, just try. 

Please . . . just . . . try . . .