For the little moments in life.

Every year, I think of this poem near the anniversary of my mother’s death from cancer. She passed away during the night, and when the sun rose that morning, I looked at her empty garden and wrote this poem. This year, the poem is even more poignant, as now my father fights a battle with cancer.  It is a reminder to cherish every moment, for a year can make a big difference.


Midnight’s kiss blows its doom,

As heaven calls you to its room.

Vacant without your tender love,

Sun rises crimson red above.

Your spirit remains, a shadow among the rocks,

A gentle nudge along a path you no longer walk.

What blessings you gave you will never know,

The part you play continues to grow.


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