PLAYGROUND OF TIME

angel baby

You came into this world as a bundle of joy,

Praying for health, your parents cared not whether you were girl or boy.

angel wing

Frilly frocks, colouring books and dolls, a little girl’s delight,

Tender hugs and kisses comforted you when you were afraid of the night.

angel sleep

 

First swings then school and boyfriends as you grew,

Soon marriage and children became part of you.

 

Time doesn’t measure how many years have passed,

You are always somebody’s child no matter how far the future is cast.

 

Our hearts now in sorrow filled with worry and fear,

As we begin to sense that you may no longer be near.

 

With lost efforts parents beg, plead and pray,

For you to be healed, not to be taken away.

 

D.G.Kaye c2014

 

 

 

The Passing

Today's thought

 

Rampant and elusive,

It grows abundant and becomes conclusive.

Something we cannot touch, yet is all around us,

An element which documents our existence.

It envelops us with its boundaries and deadlines,

For sufferers it’s cruel, for the fortunate it is kind.

For many there is never enough to be had,

For the eager, its pace may be considered a lag.

Some count it down for great moments they wait for,

While others cling desperately, in last breaths, begging for more.

Where does it go? So often repeated,

From life through death, it is constantly depleted.

Time.

DGKaye©2014