Ten Lucky Years
One path, so dark and empty stood I,
My father gone, and a world of black marching before my mother, brother and I.
The church and their condolences, the neighbors and their visits,
Would slowly dwindle by
And alone on a dark path I would rest,
A world of perspective changed.
The disease that grew inside him could have,
-Would have-
Been successful in its destruction
And I shiver to think, that if not for quick medical thinking
Ten years would pass, and here I’d sit
And frown and wonder why-
This one path so dark and empty had refused to pass me by.
And yet here I do sit, in a world much brighter than that in which I can only glimpse at
Of what could have
-Would have -
Been. Ten years ago the fork split so this path might have been real-
But away it went and,
Downstairs he sits on the computer I will soon be stealing:
A tiny interaction, Which I can’t help but cherish…
And as I sit and smile
I wave good riddance to that path, that ten years ago passed me by.
Because while the diagnosis had been correct, and a tumor had sat in his head,
Then noticed it, right on time
And what could have
-Would have-
Been is nothing but a memory, and a reminder of the value of the little, simple things.
