That Early Morning
She approached so quietly
The hem of her black silk skirt
Lightly kissed the floor
No one turned to stare
Didn’t follow her with
Their eyes
Yet all along...
I knew she was there
And why she had come
No place to hide
The day is circled
On the calendar
She held the key
In her hand
A glint sparkled
As the sun reflected
On the metal
And lit the living heart
Each person has a special day
Circled on the calendar
A day to celebrate the life
Lived in earnest
Like the last grain in the sack
The birthday
Celebrating birth
A death day
Celebrating death
A day to call his own
Set the level on the sill
As long as the
The little bubble remains
Right in the center
It is not your day
But don’t get too attached
For your day will come
It is circled on the calendar
Each day could be thought
Of as just one more phase
An invitation extended
Be a player in life’s game
Jump on
Take a chance
Live it right up to the edge
For the ending comes too soon
For a Mother and her Son
June 18, 2014
