A/N: This was written a few years back, after my Dad lost both of his siblings within a short period of time. It was a reminder of the fleeting brevity of life.

This Time

Strange really

Death often causes us

to look hard at life

Our life and how we lived it

We lose someone dearly loved

and very close

Sometimes in sudden

unexpected release

Sometimes with the slow

delay of time, the slow

decay of the body, with

no relief

We remember our promises to

God, commitments unfulfilled,

opportunities lost

We make them again, with

bent knees and broken hearts

This time, Father

Help me finish what I start