Sara Kendrick Poet Couplet

Second Chance

When death came, I declared that I could not leave soon
For I had not seen the summer flowers in bloom

Starting them from just a seed back when there was still snow.. white
As they began maturing, I could tell each one on sight

Just large enough to be transplanted that spring day
The blooms were visible in thought only, in May

The angel came in early morn to take me by the hand
I bid him let me stay because my life was just sand

Now I have a new responsibility here
Down where the flowers bloom and to me are so dear

Life is not just about the house, washing the dishes clean
It's about love, our fellowman;  only a few I've seen

Thank you death angel for letting me stay that day
I'll give this life that I've got left the best day's pay

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Lynette Chachere March 28, 2010 at 10:25 AM you love the bright yellow sun, and the season of spring don't you Sara.(: a second chance is really more than we know, not everyone has that chance, and then that possibility of change is only imagined.great poem -Always&Forever Lynette

Diane Christian March 4, 2010 at 10:38 AM a wonderful poem, its amazing how God gives us second chances and even third ones and so much more, a great testomony too, thanks for your kind comments God bless you from diane

Izzy Gumbo February 25, 2010 at 8:06 AM Bravo again my friend. I can relate to this one... I've met Chance also. xo

. Dabomb™ February 23, 2010 at 5:03 PM I really enjoyed this one. A second chance brings inspiration and determination. Good write. Thank you for sharing. Best wishes always. ;)

James Fraser February 21, 2010 at 8:03 AM Lovely piece Sara, we all want to stay that little bit longer >> James

Sara Kendrick February 21, 2010 at 5:12 AM This one needs to be read aloud. In the fourth couplet sand refers that my life was sandy not held together with enough binding so that if I had taken the death angel by the hand I would have filtered through. God granted me time. Sara

Joyce Johnson February 20, 2010 at 3:16 PM Seems like a good way to keep the death angel away. Can't leave until the seeds have sprouted and bloomed , etc. Thanks for reading and commenting. Love, Joyce