Time
I owed time with them--paying my dues and oughts and karmic
should-musts
Remembering last weekend:
Magic it was pure beauty and love and happiness-
perhaps the U said, it must be balanced.
This may be the last time in chunk alone with them.
Love.
Love stands and stays.
The fussing and fidgeting.
My time of good-byes and memories new.
every frustrating, funny, silly moment.
Yes, I do love them.
this is probably a gift
a time gift with them
that otherwise wouldn't have happened.
Treasure every moment.
These strong people are fading,
faltering.
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