I have an obsession with buying more time
So I watch the seconds hand sweep by
The open heart shows the mechanism inside
But then her frail hand covers mine
And time suddenly seems to slow down
I kiss her forehead
She smiles at me
I promise her a great meal and a beer
After we get out of here
And she nods with approval
Now, the hour is late
The continuous beeps of computers
The humming of machines
I sit by her bedside while she sleeps
Tonight it’s my turn to stay awake
I watch her breathe
Remembering when she used to tell me
“You gave me several of these grays”
The many nights she must’ve stayed up
The sacrifices she must’ve made
The prayers she must’ve prayed…
Time is of the essence
But now at this juncture
With an open heart
My soul feels a little bit of the weight of her ninety-five years
So for all those wrinkles and grays
I love her even more for them
Just lovely, both the writing and the love you have for your mother.🙏🙏
Thank you Peter. I appreciate your comment.
This was for my grandmother who spent last week in the hospital. She’s back home now, but the time we spent with her gave me more reflection.
❤️
Beautiful.
Thank you so much Adira.
You’re welcome, Wally
Beautifully penned, Wally. What a lovely write and tribute to her, amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you so much Damian.
She’s doing better now. It’s just that in those delicate times we learn to appreciate those relationships even more.
Very sweet. As it should be…but eludes most of us.
Thank you very much Paula. We just have to be ready to capture those moments.