Its two whole years since Mom has passed,
That time has gone, vanished in the mist.
Why is it time, sometimes drags,
And other times its just zooms in a blink.
There isn’t a day that goes by and we reflect,
About Her and I know she is fine.
I wonder if She looks in on us, She must,
To see how we are doing.?., always caring.
The mantle on the fireplace is now full,
Of pictures of relatives that have passed on.
I am having a solitary memorial in this room,
Might as well, I can toast them, they are all here.
The pictures are positioned, Elders first,
Not in any unique order, just placed by Families.
There is Great-Grandma, Great-Grandpa, all special,
There funny stories still retold time and again.
Then Grandma and Grandpa, they are still fresh in mind,
Time has slowly eased the pain of their departure, slightly.
But a small twinge pokes your heart when you gaze,
At their pictures, smiling, twinkles in the eyes, eternal, now.
What disbelief that so much time has crept away,
Where has it gone, just like its yesterday.
The words, that echo, “I can’t believe they have gone”,
As you sip to their memory, “here’s to you all”.
You, finish looking at the pictures, your lineage ,
You sit and gaze from a comfortable chair.
Content, to sip and remember them, your folks,
When you were small, then they grew old, mellows you.
Soon, your drink is done, they are properly respected,
You say a prayer for them and hum a special song.
Soon, the warmth of the alcohol, makes you drowsy,
You nod, fall into a restful sleep, into Dreams, from somewhere.
Its, been two years since Mom has passed,
That time has vanished in the mist.
Bruce Nuckowski
2012
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.
 |
| We miss you,Mom. |
