Sorrow

Hazel eyes reddened by the tears they do shed.

Tear stained cheek, a heart that cannot mend. 

Sorrow for a loss that has not happened yet.

But I know. .... I know there's not much time left.

Anger is natural as Cherie said, keeping it inside,  

to hide my regret,

My heart, my mind, my every fiber... wants her to stay a while longer.

Old memories of the loss of my mom and dad have definitely come flooding back.

Your heart is a ticking time bomb, her doc said, these are words similar to my dad's doc before he was dead

As odd as this may seem..... losing a parent is easier when you are young or a teen,                         the simple fact of the matter is, the memories and the impact your parent made in adulthood, memories often unseen.

My angry burst of yesterday. Has turned to worry and fear. I pray, yes I pray that her passing isn't near.

It is as I write, they -the tears, wet and warm continue to fall. Holding tight the rains.

Sorrow for the loss of someone not yet past. My resilience, my positive demeaned,  never meant to last.

Sequential numbers every day. My Angels have something to say  but I have not been listening for quite a few weeks. Why? I don't know.. my curiosity. ....

Not peaked