Taking time.

Taking time.
Each day takes one more. 
Each second gone. 
Never to return. 
How do we use what we have? 
Do we waist it?
Each touch and kiss last forever. 
Time spent living, instead of watching. 
Stories children will tell. 
People will know. 
Life of love. 
Why do we fight to change it.

My

My heart feels love.
Many people are gone.
What remains.
A wife who I cherish deeply.
A daughter who makes me proud every day.
Two boys who's laughter and humor brighten my day.
I am truely blessed.

Last Minuet

Slipping. 
That's what it is. 
The whole world is sliding. 
The cross holds me steady as i try to hold you steady. 
The world keeps slipping. 
Your eyes open. 
White is all I see. 
The world slips further. 
You take your last breath. 
The strength is gone. 
Yours and mine. 
I say I love you and kiss your forehead. 
You slip away leaving us in the wake. 
Moving on to see what is next. 
A tidal wave carries you away, but we are caught in the under tow. 
The cross still gives me comfort, but no longer any strength. 
The wake is too big. 
I cry.  

Snow

There you are? You come into my room and say "Chris wake up." There is a excitement in your voice. "There is something you need to see", you say. I open my eyes. "Look out the window", you say excitedly. I sit up on my beds and look out. I start yelling "Greg, wake up and look." As I stare out the window, I see only white. White covering everything. I look out in amazement. "This is what its like in Indiana", you say. Snow blankets the world.

I wake up. Thirty nine years ago my mother opened my eyes to a beautiful amazing sight. The excitement in her voice then, im sure did not come close to the excitement she had on the 9th. I know some day I will hear her voice saying, Chris wake up, there is something beautiful you need to see.