Expiration

Love brings expiration

Like most drugs there is a small 
sequence of numbers only 
to be seen 
in a broken rear view mirror 
Be it written on the back of a lovers 
shoe, vivid as they walk away
Somewhere in the maze 
of a Doctor’s file
Or in the fog of pet’s dream

A date

Again

When time holds its hand over the mouth of a life, what do you do

Dust off memories

Find old pictures

Focus on moments – Gone

 

Re-calibrate

Seize every moment

Live while you can

 

Do it quickly…

Time will strike again.

 

In Three’s

My Grandma used to say something along the lines of “It happens in Three’s” – she believed it.

It is a phrase repeated by some when loss strikes…  Why do we say things like this, is it a superstition carried-over from some ancient grasp for acceptance?  Is there a power of three that some people cling to?  Is it real?

I never really gave it much thought.

I wonder what Grandma would say now that one of her son’s has passed-away, the third branch of my family tree to die in the last sixty days.

“They go in Three’s?”