I love the MS community that I speak to each day for their strength, courage and unconditional commitment to support one another. They have taught me so much. Our bond has become stronger lately as we deal with the most serious of issues, more than I can say. The only way I know how to process the hand that’s been dealt is through writing, so I wrote this piece of poetry for myself. I now share it with you.
Time is fleeting.
In a mind’s eye I clearly see myself swimming back,
back upstream when the change of seasons was seamless,
the hours in a day were long,
and loved ones seemed immortal.
Skipping rope and slumber parties,
when I gently closed my eyes, then opened them,
to see a new pink Princess phone,
bell bottomed jeans,
and books about teenage angst.
Days flow into years,
and years swiftly pass.
I try hard to hold on to the light,
to the peaceful places I love,
and the love and warmth that envelops me,
but still the night calls.
Time is transient,
and life is momentary.
So I close my eyes less,
to make each day longer,
and linger over every second,
as if it were my last.
I cherish the now,
Of you, of me and of us,
until we must say good-bye.
You have a permanent place in my heart.