One More Day
What would we do
If we had one more day?
Would we laugh
As we told of all that’s happened
Would we hug one another
And breathe in those scents
That are so strongly attached to memories?
The ones whose slightest whiff
Brings back the person.
With one more day,
Would it be full of joy
Would we cry?
Would we talk of how much
And show pictures of the little ones
Now grown so large?
Would we keep the whole day to ourselves
And not share a moment with anyone else
Or would we run about saying, “See . . .”
“Do you remember when I told you about . . .”
“This is . . . “
If we had one more day.
August 25, 2001
(Working in the garage, looking at old stuff that was filled with memories. Some
spilled on my heart and the words came. . . )
With everyone in our lives we have one more day…. Even tho’ we know that there is the future and a day will come when there are no more days to spend, we really have no idea of the emptiness that will be there and of how we would give anything for one more day.