Fragile Sand My world is sifted through minutes on the podium as my body adjusts to the motion of the wind I see the arrival like a celluloid frame, wrapped and presented as if on cue Instruments of morning awaken the dawn, call to the tide to change the stars Kite on high forms an invisible pattern that is printed on the heavens for all to remember A friend is up there watching our movement and relaxed from the release of her tired frail life Her time was measured in precise increments, no more, no less was permitted to be given Nature's jeweled granules will pass through my foundation to tell me when the earth is freed from my gravity Follow the footsteps that have left an impression but do not step on their exact date and size Time can seem endless, but time appears to know not how Carry it gingerly in your grasp and do not let your swiftness take it away Step forth to tell the fortune, speak freely but caress the words, your meaning must be clear Distinct feelings will count off the pendulum, beating the drum as the earth tumbles through space Time will be measured with deft digits, time must be handled like fragile sand Emmett Patrick Finnegan July 1996 In loving memory of Karen Fielding July 05, 1972-July 07, 1996
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem right after my friend and co-worker Karen passed away.
She bravely fought a battle with leukemia and after one year and a half she was taken
from us. She turned 25 years old on July 15, 1996 and passed away 2 days later on July 17, 1996.
I catch myself wasting time during the day or weekend or whenever and I realized how I (and the world)
can take time for granted and how it is wasted while those around who need it most cannot have it. Time, friends, family and precious
and this poem is my feelings that day after Karen left. Please don't waste time on stupid things and think of those suffering from leukemia
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