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24/7Posted Wednesday, December 19, 2012, at 12:00 PM
This is a poem I wrote for a very dear friend of mine who passed away a little over 7 months ago. After the Sandy Hook Elementary tragedy last week, I thought I would share it here because the sentiments ring true in any situation where you've lost a loved one so early in their life:
By Sarah C. Haney
One thousand four hundred and forty minutes; an eternity.
The repetitious passing of the day in intervals of seven, four, and fifty-two.
Feeling the time measured in pain, longing and calamity,
the dreams appear more authentic and reality less true.
The beaten path of the broken hearted is extensive and winding,
filled with narrow paths of light and trails of reverie.
To abdicate the sorrow laden journey at the beginning,
is as ample of a pipe dream as what we shall never again see.
You fill my seconds, minutes, hours, days and weeks,
with thoughts of vivacity and realizations of mortality.
To keep you would be selfish, wrong and morally meek,
but the prospect of it is lovely and self-consuming.
Why shouldn't I have you here with me once more?
To have you in presence and not merely in thought?
The ticking teaches me the "what will never be" lore,
to see your smile one last time...the clock tells me I can not.
If you have or know of any information in connection with the hit-and-run death of James E. Besaw, please contact the Vernon County Sheriff's Department at (417) 283-4400 or the Missouri State Highway Patrol Troop D at (417) 895-6868.
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