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Finality and Childhood Dreams
Today was the first time ever
I heard my mom say
She was going to die.
Never before had she stated this,
So "matter-of-factly" as at this very moment.
The shock was big enough
All by itself,
But a whole childhood fantasy
That somehow,
My own life was enchantingly immortal
Came crashing in on my soul,
Like a house of cards.
Oh I knew I wasn't immortal
As I have been to death's door several times.
But something so "final"
In my own mother's words,
Shattered any last secret hopes I might have had.
I'm only saddened by
What I'm sure so many before me have felt,
At that juncture in life,
When we are no longer at the start of
A journey,
But can see the end of the ride ahead.
The wishing we had paid more attention
To all the little things,
The total feelings involved with each experience.
Ah yes, and the love not fully realized
Or expressed.
Luckily, for most of us
We're blessed with being able to close our eyes
And "relive" those experiences,
See those fine details
And smile,
Knowing we have been blessed
With a second chance!
© 2006 Richard Dean Cook
Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA
tellingbird@hotmail.com
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Richard Dean Cook
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