~ Our Hours - My Minutes ~
For years, all fledglings flown
we traversed each day at a
leisurely pace armed with
quiet plans and purpose
our lives were full, framed around
each other’s schedules and long
conversations, we danced the
hours within a harmony we
largely took for granted
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Suddenly our hours were only mine
when conversation stopped and
time measured in minute steps
each minute endless silence
an empty void devoid of harmony
purpose gone - no plan in sight
save to find a way, look deep
into past lessons learned to
survive this new reality
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Time does help to heal
present time, future time
most especially, past time
which holds strength to build on
courage learned before - life long
lessons stored for such a time as this
JoMae
5/18/21
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