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Sometimes we realize that there are some things that can not be replaced |
Pieces A glass slips through our fingers Time seems to slow down As we watch it fall Hit the floor And shatter into A thousand pieces If we are lucky It is empty But most often This is not the case We spend the next few moments Standing in shock And quickly assessing the damage Then finally with acceptance We begin the process To clean up No matter our diligence No matter how many times We survey the area We are left sometimes to discover A remaining shard With our foot In the middle of the night Often in the dark Sometimes pieces are simply Left behind Sarah sits alone at her dining room table A table that is covered with documents Pieces of a special life A life that is no longer Five years ago She lost her husband To cancer Two years ago Her daughter was killed in an auto accident And now Three days ago Her granddaughter lost her life To an accidental overdose Of pills Sarah sits alone at the table And listens As her great granddaughter plays In her bedroom close by I’m seventy-three She says softly to herself Please God Give me the strength To raise her right Yes A life breaks We spend the next few moments In shock Time slows down Sometimes hours Sometimes days And sometimes years We again we find ourselves surrounded by pieces Pieces we can not discard Or simply toss away These are pieces that can not be Left behind No matter how painful We stop everything in our lives And in the middle of the night Often find ourselves asking How are we ever going to put these priceless pieces Back together Ed Roberts 8/30/14 |