So Little Time

Your life was like that of a flower
God's creation, born in love,
Blooming to provide beauty and power
Then disappearing from sight into the above.
So little time

People came to you with problems shared
And you listened and helped, somehow,
Not by advice, but by showing you cared,
No one knew you were hurting now.
So little time

Growing up so fast and unsure--what to do
Confused as to the the direction to take,
So many roads open to you.
And so many decisions to make.
So little time

Time for you was evasive, without reason or rhyme
With it you could have reversed the trend,
Returning to school and family. in time.
But on a lonely road, time came to an end.

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The years 1980-1982 were extremely difficult for me. Tragedy struck in each of these years: the death of my mother, our seventeen-year-old daugher killed in an automobile accident, and I had triple bypass heart surgery. I was forty-nine years old and poetry was my salvation. Through pure emotion I wrote to survive and hopefully to share my pain with others. Of all that was written, "So Little Time," dated September 15, 1982, best sums up our daughter's life.