Measured Moments

Written on the Eve of my mother's passing...

Measured Moments           by Laura Dixon

                         July 22, 2006

Into nothing, a sea of gray,

No burning amber to light the way,

As seasons are lost, as years betray,

No more tommorows to seize the day,

 

As silence rests upon a will to pray,

No more seasons flutter; no more drops of rain,

A flagrant somber brings a delayed shame,

While, hope for a brighter tommorow withers away,

 

Rest, comes not easy, to those,

Lost inside a crumbling decay,

For, time is all, but, too uncertain,

As it measures each passing day.

 

 

 By: Laura Elizabeth Dixon

 

Written the evening of mothers death and spoken the day of her memorial

Author's Note

please feel free to review.

Reviews

[Kent Smotherman]

Very nice, somber piece. It's short, but packs a lot of emotion in its words succinctly and beautifully. My only critique is that the rhyming pattern is not followed in the third stanza, which I find distracting. Still, good piece.