I pray isn’t God’s way

Of preparing us for our forever

Time apart…

His job

Made us both pretty independent

As I worked from and at home

And he all over the country

And world…

Today he sits and keeps his mom

Company as her mind searches

For words and memories…

As we sit far apart in our

Retirement world

Thinking of sun, sand, golfing,

Fishing, walking on the beach

And finding home cooked meals

On the backroads of our trips..:

Our time will come..,

Just hope it won’t be

Too Late….