Poem: One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Two Days

Poem: One Thousand One Hundred

One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Two Days
By Dorothy Womack

One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Two Days…
Your leaving brought changes in so many ways
Inside, I’m no longer the person I was
For most all my life – This is directly because

My life was completely rearranged, totally
In caring for you, I finally found ME –
I miss quiet times when we would reflect
On our history and the people we’d met

Things we had done – places we’d seen
Wonderful mysteries: hidden, serene
Would one day unfold before my very eyes
As I watched you leaving – There was no surprise

But only the blessing of knowing where you
Were going, and dwelling – Of course, knowing Who
Would keep you forever, safe in His loving arms
So I’d have assurance that you’d not know harm…

Yet, still, all this time has just drifted away
I’ve not found my bearings, since then till today
Often, in stillness, I remember your ways –
One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Two Days…

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