Daily Post Prompt: Someday May Be Too Late

 

 

Too close to home,

We’ve had the taste of death

The acknowledgement of loss

And a friend’s absence

Is deeply felt within the veins.

You worry for the family

Left behind in sorrow

And you realize although,

You visits were infrequent

Busy lives

Busy times

But now their infrequence

Shall ring loudly in your ears

For they will not be relived.

Where vibrance once dwelled,

Cancer set in

Stealing away her body

Like a sculptor

Unhappy with his work

Whittled away

Till there was nothing left

But memories of her former self

And the sadness in knowing

Words never said

Will never get their chance to form

And perhaps –

She shall never know

What grieving friends she left behind.

Though acquaintances, at best

Her absence is noticed.

 

Too close to home,

We’ve had the taste of death

A young boy, the age of my son

Drowned beneath a frozen pond

And when news of his absence

Crossed my path,

I started searching the empty streets

In hopes that I could find him

Poor child, alone and cold

And I could do nothing.

At night,

When I looked out on the empty streets

Snow upon the ground

And darkness looming

I could not help but think of him

Worried, as a mother would be

And hoping he would be found

But too close to home,

They found his body

Trapped beneath his watery grave

And there was no hope to resuscitate

The child that he once was

And the hope that dwelled

Within his mother’s heart

To find him, is lost.

I grow weary at this loss

And ponder its meaning

Thinking about the value of my days

And the love that I have spent

For surely, we all know

We do not walk in immortal steps

And at some time –

Even our own presence shall fade.

Yet death is not meant

To shroud the value of living

But to remind ourselves

That our footsteps

Perhaps, should be

More carefully placed.

 

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: someday

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