Debra Bunt


Left Behind


Life is precious like the sun rising over the early morning dew or a full moon shining down on an open field covered with the first frost

Life is precious like the first kiss with your first love or like marrying your high school sweetheart

Life is precious like a hummingbird drinking from nature’s sweet nectar or watching squirrels playing in the trees

Life is precious like a sweet smelling rose or like watching new life busting from the seams at the beginning of spring

Life is precious during each changing season, like the first snow, the first spring shower or the first turning of colors at the beginning of autumn

Life is precious like the new birth of a precious baby or the knowledge of someone seasoned with life

Life is precious when you have a lamp post to guide you through the dark times, yet life can be fleeting when you can no longer see the light

Life is precious when you have a love that is everlasting that sees no wrong and is not judgmental

Life is not the same when the sun doesn’t seem to shine as bright and the moon doesn’t have that shimmer

Life is not the same when your first love can no longer be seen, touched or found and life is not the same when the colors of that hummingbird seems so grey

Life is not the same when the roses don’t smell as sweet and the blooms of spring don’t seem as full

Life is not the same when the lamp post that has guided you for so long has gone out and you feel you can no longer find your way

Life is not the same when the everlasting love has ended and you can no longer reach out for it

Life is not the same when the change of the season is just another adjustment in life and you fight to enjoy the simple things

When life begins to feel empty and numbed by the pain of losing the love of your life it is at that very moment you realize that YOU are the one left behind

Submitted: Saturday, August 09, 2008

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