Time Waits For No OneA Poem by Kat CollinsDeath is knocking at her door, my dear friend greets him warmly. Come in, come in...it's time to go home.She’s wasting away to nothing, A shell of skin, bones, and air. Cancer eats her from the inside out Consuming every last drop. Brave whispers and pats on the back, She comforts those around her. It should be the other way around, In her last days, moments, Seconds. I breathe in full of sorrow As she breathes out her life. She calls me her angel, As I sit by her side. Holding her hand desperately Wanting selfishly to keep her bound. Tethered to this earthly dirt, There’s never enough time. Ever. Her father sobs his heart, Pleading and questioning God. He’s losing his wife, too, While his daughter lays wasting. Dementia or alzheimer’s, Who’s to say what’s what. All he knows is she doesn’t remember, Can’t see, can’t read, can’t comfort, As her daughter lays dying, While her husband is weeping. So the sand runs through The hourglass so fragile. Time continuously ticks, It’s ever-present sounding gong. I watch the scene before me, A broken family with no hope. It’s moments like this I ask, I weep and gnash and plead, God....why? Silence of a benevolent hand, Brushing my shoulder soft. A tendril slip of breeze, Caressing softly round my cheek. Embraced by His love so profound, I know the answers well. Time waits for no one, Urging us to heed its call, Live. © 2011 Kat CollinsAuthor's Note
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Added on September 30, 2011Last Updated on October 1, 2011 AuthorKat CollinsAllentown, PAAboutI'm a writer, freelance web designer, and voracious reader. I'm a collector of words, experiences, and emotions. I've been writing since I was "knee-high to a grasshopper" and feel lost without it. Wr.. more..Writing
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