While I am working on a long story to post soon, I thought I would share a bit of writing that I did years ago. Hope you enjoy!


 

Not a poem here, but a moment of reflection

 

 

What am I going to do with my left over dreams when my life slips away like a sunset that I forgot to watch?

What am I going to do with all the left over love that I held inside for fear of frightening someone with it's intensity?

What do I do with the laughter and the tears that were mine and mine alone to tell the world,

"I am here!  I am alive!  I am!?"

When I am gone, there will be no other dreams or love or tears or laughter that is the same.

For they were given to me as a gift from God to share with everyone who touched my life.

And when my life ends, I know that there will still be so much left over to share. What will I do?

I will ask God to send all of those special gifts, the dreams and love and laughter and even the tears, to the ones who loved me most.

Maybe then, when they feel the joy of being alive, they will remember me.  And I can live forever within their hearts!