Borrowed is the time I have. Waiting am I, hoping that life gives me a second chance. Too much undone. I’m now wishing for more time to go where I have never been, to see the things I’ve always wanted to see. Dreaming of the smell of the crisp fall air as the leaves start to change and are now covering the pathways I once walked hand in hand with you. Time for apple picking and cider donuts.
The sky is a bright orange as the sun sets high on the mountain but seems yet almost reachable. Is it there just for me? Is it a sign that will set me free? Free from a death sentence called cancer. I pray for a second chance each moment of every day. Is there anyone listening? I’m living on borrowed time. Waiting, hoping that life gives me more time. This chance is not just for me. It’s for the kids I’m not ready to leave. It’s for the granddaughter I’ve only just come to know. It’s for the mother who waits to hear my footsteps upon each visit, so we can laugh about old times.
Borrowed is the time I have, Waiting am I, hoping that life gives me a second chance.
Living on Borrowed Time©
By Felina Silver Robinson