I wouldn’t call myself a poet since this style of writing has never been my forte, but this poem was inside of me and was nudging to come out.  Hope you enjoy, and you real poets out there…pardon the impersonation.  

I wish I had just one more day,
To share with you the things I’ve learned.

They’re not too many.
They’re not too few.

I do not know that they will help.
I do not know that they will heal.
I do not know that they will change,
The path you’ve walked,
And set to tread.

But in my life,
I’ve learned,
Of broad shoulders,
Upon which to lay,
Of strength in words,
And comfort in unyielding love.

I wish I had just one more day,
To share with you the things I’ve held.

There’ve been times,
The words were there,
When almost,
My thoughts were clear.
And yet,
Past these lips they’ve never fled.

One day,
You will be gone.

I will be here.

And all we’ll have,
Are things we’ve shared.

I wish I had just one more day.