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...living the minute
It started in the young years
keeping the vessel alive
between candle counts in
birthday cakes and a new grade.
In the early working years
holding calendar days
Mother's day, Father's day,
Christmas, and Easter fetes!
Month to month living after
marriage. The wage in wait.
The monthly steak and vino date
Living the 30 days was great.
Divorced years calling for weekends
See the kids, hearing "bye daddy"
screamed to the wind on a Sunday.
Life's speeds being kept in Saturday.
Friday to Friday dragged the weekly clock
When love hit the forehead
with a unexpected wet-cloth
We lived for the weekly trip to bed.
Hour by hour, started in broken blood
hard hours of no meds and rashes
days unable to get out of mourning beds
Each hours chorus calling a breath.
There comes a time when moments
are minutes. Holding to what's seen
in the leaf of a tree. Keeping it together
is in the minute, it takes to hold on.
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