Tempus Fugit

It seems the days go faster as I live from day to day

From sunrise to sunset, there is barely time to play

Mornings rise and shine with hope and meander like a stream

I wonder if I am awake or still lie deep in dream

A gentle breeze strikes the leaves to play their symphony

The sound so soft, the tune so short – never enough for me

Tomorrow and tomorrow slip through the time with ease

Today’s already come and gone, oh, stay if I asked you – please?

One year, five years, ten years more.  How shall I bide my time?

What difference will I make during this journey that is mine?

My health – a gift – with which I serve ,to fulfill a promise made

To live with devotion and intent and never more to simply fade

No more routine, nor habit, nor mindless wandering by

I want to live with purpose and to keep a watchful eye

Be mindful of the treasures with the dawning of each day

That they can be discovered and not just thrown away

To really make a difference and know that I was here

My eyes must be wide open and I must not live in fear

She and he are with me – when I am mindful of them both

“I am with you always”, she swore a solemn oath….

He stands in my garden assisting Mother Nature’s hand

A poor, dirt farmer scratched a living in the sand

Time stands still for no one – neither you, nor I, nor they

And so enjoy each moment and the beauty in each day.

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About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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