Merry Christmas-Seconds in time
Seconds in time
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to loves one’s who died when you were away.
Seconds in time
I learn in a bloody crazy life.
Seconds become so important.
I went to war in 1991.
I called my Gandfather Reyes from Kuwait.
My sister answered the phone.
Told me he was dead.
He died and she didn’t want me to be sad.
Was waiting till I returned.
I fell down and cried. Wishing to hear his voice.
I remembered his words. “Stand strong and
do the right things. A man’s is responsible
for his actions.”
I wished to see him one more time.
To thank him for his care and love.
I held my poor sister at her daughter funeral.
Her baby girl died for unknown reason in the night.
I whispered I wished I spend more time with her.
I was just too damn busy.
She whispered I want my baby back.
Her sad eyes filled with tears.
Her broken heart was bringing her into
a permanent hell.
She was wishing for one more second.
To be with her baby girl.
One more second to hold her baby.
Be able to tell her Angel
I love you with all my heart.
I stood by my brother’s casket.
I cried I wish I was kinder and a friend.
I wished I told him. ” I loved you.
I wished we celebrated being alive together.”
His twisted life left him alone and afraid.
Like all fool’s.
I wished to take back the bad discussions.
I wish I was wiser and kinder.
My Father fought the Doctor and Nurses.
I drove 1500 mile to Virginia to be with him.
He begs me to take him home to die.
He waited three days for me to arrive.
He told me “I had to see you my son.
Tell you. I love you and I’m so proud of you. ”
He told me.
Me and your brother’s will be waiting for you at the
big pow wow in Native America paradise.
I held his hand till he went to the Native American
hunting ground.
Beautiful Grandma lay in her hospital bed.
She told me “I love you my sweetie. You will always be
my baby.”
I sat with her.
Not wanting to let her go.
I held on to her every word.
She went to paradise in peace.
I whispered Lord.
“Take a new Angel home with open arms.
She need to dance with Grandfather again.”
I learn the hard way.
Be kind in your words in a goodbye.
Never leave with the last words.
That were of anger and disappointment.
Tell them you love them and will miss them.
Have fun and be safe.
Today I miss the laughter and voices of
so many people in my life.
I wish for more time with them.
A few more seconds to thank them for their love.
Thank them for their example and friendship.
Coyote
Nov. 2009
Beautiful piece, appreciation is key in life. Thank you for this reminder. Merry Christmas 😘
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I agree and thank you for reading.
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The poem echoes the spirit of the season… we should always share love and warmth with the family…
Merry Christmas, John… 🙂
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I agree and Merry Christmas to you and your family.
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Just the perfect piece of writing for the season. So many if not nearly all of us focus on the wrong things in this short and often troubled life, this brings it all back to some of the important things.Thank you once more for bringing it to the table.
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I agree. Time with our family. Our best days.
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after reading you power poem, i listen to the video. Many (many) moons agao, as a teenager, I listened to song and it a nerve, resonated, “and you race and race to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking.” how true. the fulity of humans to deny what faces them. Placed into the context of your poem, it becomes even more powerful.
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truly poignant expression
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Thank you for reading and the comment.
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I am 22 now and have lately started to really appreaciate my grandma’s company, i always loved her but was busy, busy as you say but i woke up to the idea of hey, she may not be here for the next five years or who knows how long, just visit her few times every week and spend time with her. Business is killing us.
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You are wise. I try to spend time with my grandparent. Now I wished I spend more time with.
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Time. It takes us way too long to appreciate it, what we have with those we love.
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I agree. Now I slow down for the family. Time with them does matter.
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