Seconds in time...

Old poem with a re-write.

Seconds in time…

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to the loves one’s who died when you were away. 

Seconds in time..

             I learn in a bloody crazy life.

             Seconds become so important.

             I went to war in 1991.
             I called my Grandfather Reyes from Kuwait and
             my sister answered the phone and
             she told me he was dead.
             He died and she didn’t want me to be sad.
             She was waiting till I returned to tell me.
             I fell down and cried. Wishing to hear his voice.
             I remembered his words. “Stand strong and
              do the right things. A man’s is responsible
              for his actions.”
              I wished to see him one more time.
             To thank him for his care and love. 

             I held my poor sister at her daughter funeral.
             Her baby girl died for unknown reason in the night.
             I whispered I wished I spend more time with her.
             I was just too damn busy.

             She whispered I want my baby back.
             Her sad eyes filled with tears.
             Her broken heart was bringing her into 
             a permanent hell.

              She was wishing for one more second.
              To be with her baby girl.
              One more second to hold her baby.
               Be able to tell her Angel.
               I love you with all my heart.

               I stood by my brother’s casket.
               I cried I wish I was kinder and a friend.
               I wished I told him. ” I loved you.
               I wished we celebrated being alive together.”

               His twisted life left him alone and afraid.
               Like all fool’s.
               I wished to take back the bad discussions.
               I wish I was wiser and kinder.

               My Father fought the Doctor and Nurses.
               I drove 1500 mile to Virginia to be with him.
               He begs me to take him home to die.
               He waited three days for me to arrive.
               He told me “I had to see you my son.
               Tell you.  I love you and I’m so proud of you. “

              He told me.
              Me, grandma and your brother’s will be waiting for you at the
              big pow wow in the Ojibwe paradise.
               I held his hand till he went to the Ojibwe
               hunting ground.

               Beautiful Grandma lay in her hospital bed.
               She told me “I love you my sweetie. You will always be
               my baby.”
               I sat with her.
               Not wanting to let her go.
               I held on to her every word.

               She went to paradise in peace.
               I whispered Lord.
               “Take a new Angel home with open arms.
                She need to dance with Grandfather again.” 

               I learn the hard way.
               Be kind in your words in a goodbye.
               Never leave with the last words.
               That were of anger and disappointment.

               Tell them you love them and you will miss them.
                Have fun and be safe.

                Today I miss the laughter and voices of
                so many people in my life.

                I wish for more time with them.
                A few more seconds to thank them for their love.
                Thank them for being my example and their friendship.

                     Coyote
                        Nov. 2009

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Soren]

Each moment is an opportunity that will never return. Chances to give time and love to others do not return and it is better to spend time with people now than live with regrets. A very strong message my friend so well said in various examples.
" I learn in a bloody crazy life.
Seconds become so important."
This encapsulates it all.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soren for reading and the comment. Time is our greatest wealth. We must not waste.

[D. Mansfield]

That took all my words from me. Wow

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend.

[red93]

Wonderful emotive reminiscences Coyote very powerfully stated and achieved. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[duff]

Words escape us and we're left wondering. The possibilities and regret can drive one mad. Nice work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Duff for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Stella Armour]

"Never leave with the last words.
That were of anger and disappointment."
These words will last for a lifetime, maybe they are the most important words you will ever say.
My family don't like me either except for my very loving and caring son .... i still hear their last cruel words which i will take to my grave... i answered them with my silence.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Stella. We must be kind to each other.

[Stella Armour]

we must set an example John, answering back with more cruel words is not the way forward at all.

[Coyote Poetry]

My grandfather told me. If nothing good to say. Say nothing.

[Stella Armour]

that is my motto too ....:)
"walk away" is another one

[Coyote Poetry]

My motto too dear Stella.

[Stella Armour]

:)) ................

[Stuart Munro]

Nobody in my family likes me , lol, I am a recluse , but I see other people and families and I’m in awe of their care , and love of their passed loved ones , this is a lovely poem , thanks for sharing
But I’m happy with my seclusion and peace

[Coyote Poetry]

I have seclusion and peace now Stuart. I miss the noisy world. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Stuart Munro]

It’s a pleasure ,Coyote , have a great day

[W. Barrett Munn]

Powerful words and message John. We don’t know what we’ve got til it’s gone comes to mind.

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Winston. Now I am the grandfather. I must be the safe place for many. Thank you for reading and the comment.