There have been the good days,
The bad days,
The quiet days,
The sad days,
The days we’d rather just forget days.
But there has always been another day waiting for us.
There have been the open doors,
The closed doors,
The slammed shut doors,
The hanging off the hinges on the busy ward doors.
But there was always a door to walk through and lead us to the next.
There have been the overdue chats,
The neverending chats,
The hard chats,
The chat we needed to have chats,
The sorry chats.
But there was always a chat waiting to be had.
There has always been the good news,
The bad news,
The ‘we knew it was coming’ news,
The over the phone bad news no one wanted to hear.
But there has always been news,
Whether watched together but separate,
On small screens, big screens, can only just hear screens.
We all got to share.
There has always been the outstretched hands,
Need a helping hand, hand.
The heads held in hands,
The one step at a time hand.
The hands that never let go,
But there have always been hands,
Ready, willing and waiting to guide us through the turbulence.
There has always been time, oh, so much time!
The relieved time,
The time to be concerned time,
The what happens next time?
The wasted time,
The useful time,
The time on our hands time,
And the baking time.
But there was always time,
Not just this year’s time.
So, now is the time to reflect on time.
Like no other time in the past,
Today is the day to find that door.
Have that chat you’ve been meaning to have
About that bad news you never shared with anyone.
I promise; we will be there holding your hand,
Every step of the way.
-@Little_Speaks
littlespeaks.com 