Measured Moments
Into nothing, a sea of gray,
No burning amber to light the way,
As seasons are lost, as years betray,
No more tommorows to seize the day,
As silence rests upon a will to pray,
No more seasons flutter; no more drops of rain,
A flagrant somber brings a delayed shame,
While, hope for a brighter tommorow withers away,
Rest, comes not easy, to those,
Lost inside a crumbling decay,
For, time is all, but, too uncertain,
As it measures each passing day.
By: Laura Elizabeth Dixon
Written the evening of mothers death and spoken the day of her memorial
