The End How will you see my life at the end Will you see me as helpful and kind As one on whom you knew you’d depend Or someone erased from your mind Will you think of me and remember some purpose Some time…
Tag: Jill Halasz
Dawning Wishes – Hour Three
Dawning Wishes The sunlight peeks through the clearing Of the trees that align with the road The morning ahead, at last, nearing With all of its greatness bestowed The hopes and the dreams of tomorrow Now present to start on their way For time is…
The Forecast – Hour Two
The Forecast Turbulent seas washing over the shore Day after day, the waves crashing more So much the uncertain, so much the unplanned The currents washed quickly, unable to stand Fall down to your knees, then stand up once more To just lose your footing…
The Dark Abandon – Hour One
The Dark Abandon He lives alone in the dark abandon Dim lights and trees surround An empty shell of a heart in tandem With grief and loss abound He cries at night, although none can hear him No moon, no stars, no sky A…
Destiny – Hour Twenty-Four
I still recall the email An invitation of a lifetime A chance to meet a top tier publisher Her people reached out to me I felt instant elation and sorrow I had no way of getting to the meeting It was a time before ride-sharing…
At the Diner – Hour Twenty-Three
At the diner, memories return Far too many there to name From childhood antics to new love To orders staking claim In some ways ’tis full circle My life here with the food Both then and now with toddlers Just learning to be good When…
Those Who Take Care of Us – Hour Twenty-Two
There are many angels in our lives Some family, some friends Those who take care of us through time On whom we can depend The ones that never ask a thing And want nothing in return Those that hold us at our worst Our rocks…
Island – Hour Twenty-One
I’d love to buy an island Some place to call my own Where I could simply be myself And would be left alone No phones, no neighbors, no distress Nothing but peace and calm Where ocean waves would kiss my toes As some sweet healing…
Season of the Drought – Hour Twenty
The sunflower dirt has turned to dust The blue skies and wispy clouds are all we’ve known for months Just a foot of rain in half a year And next to none in an eternity Occasional five minute sprinkles tease then Serve to bake our…
Leaving – Hour Nineteen
In sorrow, I watch you walk away through no fault of your own. You were asked to leave. I don’t know why and I probably never will. You came here for just one reason. She was just nine months old when you arrived. Now three…