time matters


I bury my parents daily
Sometimes they just cry

And I have to remind them
I’ve got things to do here

I’ll see them soon
It’s all just a matter of time

I tell them I see them everywhere
In the faces of the young and old

In the lady crossing the street with a walker
In the baby out of a sepia photo

I scatter their ashes nightly 
With a look at distant stars

Thinking of that dust where it travels 
And all the things it becomes

◄ Ways of Being

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Darren J Beaney

Mon 13th Aug 2018 09:57

Fantastic words!!!



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Taylor Crowshaw

Mon 13th Aug 2018 08:16

A child's relationship with their parents never ends does it. 😢

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