We get them from time:
a “Save The Date” notice.
It’s usually an announcement
for an upcoming wedding.
The more we talk to people
the more we discover we all
have several dates we save –
saved joyfully with love and memory.
But then there are the dates we save -
But then there are the dates we save -
sorrowfully with tears and stabs
in the heart, jabs of hurt and pain.
These are the dates on which
we lost a child or a spouse,
a mom or a dad, brother or sister.
These are the dates on which
we lost a child or a spouse,
a mom or a dad, brother or sister.
We can’t plan them, we can
only
endure them circled on the calendar,
like a crucifix, on the wall of our mind.
© Andy Costello, Reflections
on the Bay 2015
1 comment:
Amen .
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