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24/7Posted Thursday, May 12, 2016, at 6:11 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 real 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 abandon the sorrow laden journey at the beginning,
is as ample of a pipe dream that 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 again ... the clock tells me I can not.
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