Time and heaven allows the gifts we are given

The precious reasons for our living

A parent’s love, sometimes taken for granted

Sibling feuds tear like fragile linen

These fighting hearts that sing the same song chanted

What a pain in the ass you are to be so firmly planted

In this family

The years fly like broken hours across the eternal sky

And at 21 your father dies

Then another 11 years pass you by

And your older sister says goodbye

Time has no memory or function

Because sister number one also did not stay

And this has left you at a junction

Now only your mother is here to play out

The stolen moments of each transitory day

Then suddenly she slips away

Now the perpetual clock has stopped without a sigh

Before you even had a chance to say goodbye

To those who left you in your sleep

Time and heaven was never yours to keep

There’s no reason why nor is there right or wrong

So how can I go on living this long?

When everyone I’ve ever loved is gone

Except through borrowed stolen moments

Terry D. Robertson

Author of “Fill My Eyes”

“The Backside of Yesterday”