Time has vanished in the Mist

Time, vanished in the Mist




Its three years since Mom has passed,

That time has gone, vanished in the mist.

Three years, I can’t believe it

The pain has soften, but tinges occur.



Our lives have slowly move on

Things change and the kids grow

And begin to disrespect and saucy in their talk

Still, it hurts to hear it and think of simpler times.



When these little boys were infants in diapers

And depended on us for their care and comfort

And we willingly did it and gave up sleep

So, they could have some peace in their lives.



As they grew so did our parents in the differing way

They began to show signs of the golden age

As it began to slow things down for them

Slowly and steady as it goes and they complied.



Soon our worries began to focus more on them

As the they needed more care for ailments

Doctors appointments and more tests

To find out what’s going on.



The news was a shock of course

She has cancer

Its not a good thing to hear

Her time is very short



They said they could do some tests

To determine the extent

And plan the next move

Still not much time.



When it was all said and done

Tidy up your affairs

You have only,…………..

This amount of time.



It was not a pleasant occasion as we learned

To deal with the realities of her life

Mom, was the one that was giving us hints

On how to treat her in the time left.



She was brave and peaceful

And didn’t complain

Just give me my meds please

I feel some pain.





Its, been three years since Mom has passed,

That time has vanished in the mist.



Bruce Nuckowski

2013











The Thrill of Living

To watch the sun set in the west

Without regretting;

To hail its advent in the east-

The night forgetting

To touch the cup with eager lips

And taste, not drain it;

To woo and tempt and court a bliss

And not attain it;

To fondle and caress a joy, yet

Hold it lightly;

Lest it become necessity and cling

Too tightly;

To smother care in happiness and

Grief in laughter;

To hold the present close – not

Questioning hereafter;

To have enough to share – to

know the joy of giving;

to thrill with all the sweets of

life – is living.