Shirley Foster

Reflections

             Shirley Foster

That last morning came too early,

that last night not long enough;

There was no getting ready,

there could be no final touch.

Life has its uncertainties,

by not we should have learned;

That none can no for sure,

when the closing page is turned.

If it be we would recall it,

yet the power is not ours;

We can only reflect on it's memory,

and try to endure the hour.

One more time, "I love you",

again, "I appreciate all you do."

But too late now to be spoken,

only now, "we all sure miss you."

Oh, clock that won't be still,

and life with feeble breath;

You are mis-matched as can be,

separating now at death.

Love, my how you hurt us;

only you can make us cry,

Because you bring us pleasure,

that turns to hurt when they die.

I'll grieve and mourn today,

the pain will lessen in time;

But brighter will be your memory,

with all you left behind.

Larry D. Sparks

January 3, 1997