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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.     
     
     
     
 
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
Published | Edited 12th Apr 2022
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