Life is too short sometimes and all the rules can be broken
People can just stop
Stop knowing you
Stop loving you
Stop being alive
Sometimes daddies leave for work and never come back home
Sometimes mommies abandon the very person that they grew in their own womb
Brothers and sisters disown
Lovers love others
And best friends grow apart
It’s not supposed to go like that
And yet it does
It’s a cruel joke that the whole world doesn’t stop on it’s axis and pay homage to the pain of all the broken rules
We live in the midst of total madness
An old friend flipped his truck last week
And his baby girl will never see him again
Later that day I buckled our kids into their car seats and drove to the store
Like I trusted that the wind wouldn’t blow any or all of us straight to heaven
I sob while sending a text to long lost friends
And in the same moment I dry my eyes while replying to the speech pathologist at school
I sit in the shower wondering how I will possibly do one single more thing in this mean and ugly world
And then I get dressed and pack lunches and lay out tiny clothes for tomorrow
We know this world is a thief who steals people and time from us over and over again
But we keep on trucking like she won’t knock us to our knees again
Kairos and Chronos are real
And I still pray to God every night
And all throughout my day
Like a little girl asking Santa for a pony
Lord let me keep the ones I have
And let them keep theirs
All the while knowing it’s just too much to ask
