This poem below, found it’s way to my pen … just missing my mom on the 11th anniversary of her loss.
I Miss You So
The days and years have trundled on,
Each moment there ... and then it’s gone,
A snapshot held in time and mind
To pile upon yet more in kind.
Each memory stacks upon the next,
As I look back, a bit perplexed
To see the endless heap of time
When I was young and in my prime.
I sit and ponder things I’ve done,
The losses lost ... the winnings won,
Momentous at the time, and yet
Irrelevant in circumspect.
I often raced through days on end
With high demands in bold pretend,
No sacrifice too great or small
As expectations swallowed all.
I could not see the time I’d lost,
I could not see what it had cost,
Each moment I had squandered then
Would never come to me again.
If I could add up all those hours,
And then through super-human powers
Bestow them to this older “me” ...
Ohhh, what a joy that gift would be.
Imagine if that time could trace
Me back to see your smiling face,
To hold your hand, to laugh, to cry,
To talk, to hug ... oh my, oh my.
I miss you so, I want more days
To share with you in endless ways
And yet, this wiser “me” has found
We cannot change the past that’s bound.
Those ticking clocks are ruthless foes
Oblivious to wanton woes
And so, the lessons learned are clear ...
Hold close your loved ones, while they’re here.
Kit Detering (Aug 27, 2020)