Strands of Time

The strands of time weave memories

so delicate a blanket bringing me warmth

from fond moments but have been torn and 

tattered by events throughout time leaving

me cold in this journey called life.

Cruel on the one hand, time stands still

making every moment agonizing knowing the 

future of our cherished ones lies just inches

away from our very hands – left only wringing 

them together; holding each other in consolation 

knowing they’re tied – hopeless to render aid

to the ones that need it most.

From it this delicate blanket is torn but I’m not able

so sew it back together since its tear is not at a hem

to be repaired so it remains a constant reminder like a

wound that never heals – trying to minimize the damage 

I fold it within the rest of the fabric and pray with the

passage of time I never have to feel the coldness of life

seeping through again to make me shudder.

Loving on the other hand time pours expressions of elation 

and sunny smiles that have helped cover some of the tragedies 
that have befallen me; with fondness and affection; occasions 
pleasantly filling the photo book of life literally and figuratively, 
people dear to me, sharing time spent together and of places visited;
leaving me so thankful for the ones who've provided it in my life. 

Yet my blanket isn't left without consequence; good or bad

it has through time become weaker and weaker, thinner 

and thinner until they disappear. The thousands of strands no 

longer can serve the purpose they were meant for; each one of those 

strands representing the ones lost from unforeseen occurrences, 

disease, accidents, sickness, and our mortal enemy death. Now I 

too have become old and feeble, my power fading even though this 

blanket of life is no longer mine; the memories and moments is what

I will remember just before my strand is no longer here as well.

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