Just in the other room…

My mom passed away 14 years ago this December. In some ways, it feels like yesterday. There are a few memories of that December I still carry with me. In other ways though, I can feel those 14 years as a distance. And converting those 14 years into distance, it reaches all the way to the moon. Occasionally though, that distance is shortened at night while I sleep. Every now and then, my subconscious brings mom back to me in my dreams.

Sort of.

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Not Ready

I can feel it

I can’t stop it

even if I try

some day coming

some day soon

I will have to say it

I will tell you goodbye.

I’m not ready

I won’t be ready

the goodbye is near

it is coming

some day soon

no such thing as ready

is my biggest fear.

I’m not ready to be strong

(I’ll have to be strong)

I’m not ready to move on

(I will move on)

my heart won’t listen to my mind

whispering you’re gone

(my heart will feel you’re gone).

Now is the moment

enjoy this moment

don’t think of tomorrow

of what is coming

some day soon

live in the moment

is good advice I know.

Time keeps its pace

never changes its pace

be grateful for today

before what is coming

some day soon

when a today’s pace

will make us say come what may.

I’m not ready to be strong

(I’ll have to be strong)

I’m not ready to move on

(I will move on)

my heart won’t listen to my mind

whispering you’re gone

(my heart will feel you’re gone)

I don’t want to be that strong.

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