As Time Goes By
I resented the days, the weeks, the months
That were leaving you in the past.
The ticking clock was my worst enemy.
I wanted memories to last.
All of those days have turned into long years,
The years are now a decade gone.
Fearing my beloved memories could fade,
I have kept on just hanging on.
Today a kind and wise lady approached
With a cautionary word or two.
She said I am thwarting the Good Lord’s plans,
I must start letting go of you.
“Your son has a lovely home in Heaven,
Another assignment to fill.
You are holding him back by holding on.
Let him go to do his King’s will.”
I’m sorry, dear Son, if I’ve interfered,
God has work for you, I well know.
For you to find contentment in Heaven,
I promise I will let you go.
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