As life gets closer to the end, I feel I’ve missed so much.
Yes, I’ve felt the tenderness of a husband's loving touch.
I’ve seen all God’s glory that surrounds me each day,
And watched while my children grew up in His way.
I’ve tasted love and hate, sadness and happiness too,
But yet I feel there’s something I still have left to do.
Maybe I’m just stalling in my mind, fending off the end,
Waiting for something special right around life’s next bend.
But what it is I do not know; I just feel so incomplete.
My years are passing much too fast, one with each heartbeat.
When I was young my thoughts were, that I would never grow old.
Now I have awakened and found that age can be so cold.
My loved ones have no time for me, though for them I’d give my all.
Just a word is all it would take and I’d know for what they call.
Never asking any questions just showing them my love.
I’d fly to their side and do what I could with words soft as a dove.
Growing old in this time is a hard thing to do, so I sometimes I cry,
For one last time I’m needed ... for an unsung lullaby.
~ Norma Marek ~
© 10-9-02
