Life’s Aftermath

Oklahoma

Along God’s path
and nature’s wrath,
I follow Faith
in life’s aftermath.

On the way I find
lost pieces of my mind,
fabrics of memories and
fragments of time,
where tears water the
destroyed gardens,
uprooted in their prime,
too early to consider
rebirth, still unable to
master peace of mind.

Along God’s path
and nature’s wrath,
I follow Faith
in life’s aftermath.

Just Not Today 

(To my son, Trey Biddy)

Holding you for the first time, I knew one day I’d have to let you go – but just not today.

When you took your fist steps, I knew they were the first of many that would one day lead you down your own path – but just not today.

Your first sleepover that I wasn’t called to pick you up in the middle of the night, I knew you would one day find your independence – just not today.

Delivering you to school on your first day in a back pack almost bigger than you and full of anything you would need to survive, I knew one day you would need your friends more than I – just not today.

With every milestone I knew the day was coming, when you would take a journey carved by many tears and smiles from those who love you most, and I would have to watch you go – just not today.

I knew there would come a day that I would face a special kind of storm that I would want to hold you back just one more time, to keep you here under my diligent watch and protection a little longer – and we both know that day is just not today.