The end of the month

Febuary has come and gone already we are entering the third month of this year, how time does fly when one is older, so little time, so much water under the bridge.
Tomorrow my youngest grandaughter is three years old. I will not be there and another birthday hits the dust never to return, I do believe I have always treasured these milestones, now they all happen without me, just as my birthday happens without my children .



The road to the future is clear
no one
standing to wave me on
the sky is dark ahead.
The dark is in the clouds alone
behind them is the sun
if I travel for another day
these clouds of grey will drift away
There is always more to come
The door may open on a friendly face
one that has not walked this way
to many times
and I will welcome them with open arms
we may be apart
but the love is there always in my heart