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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Life is way too short for some, and far too long for others - “Says here, ‘Lester Kiblingworth - a former county sheriff - and oldest man in Sidwell, passed away at one-oh-three,’” I announced to Clara, as we nursed our morning coffee, to which - to tick me off - she said to me, “Isn’t very often they include the time of death. Usually that’s reserved for, you know…presidents…and kings. Does it mention afternoon or morning?” she went on. “Funny they would think that people care about those things.” “Dang it, Clara…you know good and well that one-oh-three’s not the time of day he died,” I growled…“it was his age!” Glancing up, I saw the tiny smirk on Clara’s face, then grabbed a sip to calm my nerves and briskly turned the page. Idle curiosity was what had me perusing all the personal facts about the people that had died, But when I saw a name I knew…a bit of wishful thinking had me wondering…have they made mistakes before…or - lied? “Dear, do you remember Harvey Michel,” I continued. “Harvey lived beside the Baptist church, just south o’ town. He died about ten years ago and left his widow, Bertha, eighty-seven acres of the finest ground around. “Says she passed away of natural causes Friday evening. Bertha was my teacher in the first and second grade, And when my folks were injured - in that accident they had - that was where, for seven days, me an’ Connie stayed! “What a cook that woman was. And Harvey took us fishing. Nicest week I ever spent - without our mom and dad. Papa offered Harvey fifty bucks for what they’d done, but Harvey wouldn’t take it, ‘cause of all the fun we’d had. “Ya’ know, those types of people are a disappearing breed. Soon as Bertha heard the news, she came and picked us up. Lots o’ Michels ‘round these parts. Should be quite a funeral,” I remarked, as my wife refilled my coffee cup. Folding up the paper - with a lot more left to read - gazing off reflectively…I stared across the room. What I’d learned was slowly sinking in, and I would sit there, wrestling with a tiny bit of unexpected gloom! “You OK?” my wife inquired. “You look a little weary. Bertha must have been, I’m thinking, close to ninety-five! Thankfully she had a lot o’ fam’ly ‘round to help, and…like you said…ten years have passed since Harvey was alive.” “Wish we’d stopped to visit them a lot more than we did,” I complained to Clara, in between my next two sips. “Both of them were really sweet, and never did I hear an angry or an unkind comment pass across their lips. “That makes seven funerals since we lost Loretta Bigsby. Gotta buy myself a new white shirt…an’ pair o’ shoes. Guess I’ve gained some weight. Ya’ know…I think I’ll take a walk. Wish somehow I hadn’t had the time to read the news.” Half way ‘round the block there was a group of children playing hopscotch on the sidewalk…and it gave me pause to think: Pondering on the eons that have passed I came to see that - based upon the realm of time - our lives are but a blink! Then and there I actually made myself a solemn promise to spend more time with fam’ly, and to mingle more with friends. I’d just been reminded that - life is far too short.....and wise is he who fills his life with joy - until it ends. PS: I've now got 4 new Audio-CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied pieces). They’re listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - or available by simply contacting me at -- mark@writerofbooks.com -- should those of you who enjoy listening to poems as well as reading them - and particularly those of you that travel - care to be so entertained. (We use safe and simple - PayPal) There are a bunch of my pieces on YouTube as well --- Cheers, Mark
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