Chuck Segars
said, “Calendars
are for
careful people, not passionate ones.”
I imagine
ripping a calendar apart,
tearing the
pages away to those moments
that cannot
be held by 24 hours
or measured
tick-tock:
When you
said, “Enough about
me, tell me
about you.”
When you
held our child
for the
first time and crooned
lullabye-and-good-night,
you, my
love, my center.
Yes, my life’s
been ruled by work
commitments and
deadlines,
all those
hours of commuting,
totting up
and keeping track,
I would
rather walk with you along the wetlands,
morning or
night, mesmerized,
I unfold
myself to you and see
Van Gogh
stars – infinity.
Today's prompt from Octpowrimo asks us to explore a sense of time. Today marks the anniversary, just one year, of my sister's husband's death. I remain so aware that every day is precious. Read what others have written here.
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