I dedicate this poem to Norb and Jude.
A life lived has so much breath to it
Millions of gasps of surprise
The pants of anxiety
The hold on of disbelief
The hunger heave of desire
The whisper of holding silence
Bellows of breath for cheer
Moans of air between sobs
A life lived has so much breathing
with out much notice to how
the inhales and exhales are
moved by our moments crowded
by another moment of joy of
sorrow, of silence, of love, in the
unexpected expanse of engaging life
as it comes and goes like breathing
in and out. Breathing in and out.
Till the last breath struggles out
and lays it wisp on the bare shoulder
of the one you love, a kiss good bye.
A life lived has so much breath to it.