The Hourglass

The hourglass runs low.

I wait and watch,

But it doesn't slow.

It gets faster every year.

I wait and watch,

It allays not my fears.

Death is the Door to Life.

I sit and read,

To ease my growing strife.

One tome floods my mind.

I sit and read,

For answers I need to find.

The next life doth call.

I look and listen,

Is it my time to fall?

What, for me, is here?

I look and listen -

Enough for my final years.

As my energy doth rise,

I wait and watch,

See it all in my eyes,

The anguishes of old age.

I wait and watch

As I walk to my final page.

To the baby buried beyond the back fence

To the baby buried beyond the back fence,

Your life will have been of huge consequence.

For your parents who everyday grieve,

With those tears will intricately weave

A tapestry of how your life would have been,

All the things you’d have done and seen;

Alongside your life with the angels, the wait

For your family to one day appear at the gate

And join you, now forever,

An eternity at last together.