wanting

 

 

Wanting is how news of great loss finds us

We want more moments like the ones wasted

cold shoulders, silent treatment games

 

We want more birthdays with cake icing

On fingers and napkins, soda in paper cups

Gifts come nicely wrapped, some in bags

 

We want more good mornings and good nights

Snores climbing out of bed float down hallway

Coffee cups, pastry crumbs for cat

 

We want perfection in siblings and mates

Little frustrations keep eating me alive

Issues come, solve or we ignore

 

We want to see children turn silver, grow old

Establish and raise families, learn we were right

And bury us not for duty but respect

 

We want time in an endless supply ticking

Off chains of moments linking day to day

Enlivening how we love.

 

We knew but wanted to be proven wrong

Never seen perfection and now you are gone

God knows I miss you completely

 

J. Scott McKay

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