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Right now I'm at the airport, sending my children off to my ex And the flight attendant seemed to escort my children away too early, 'Are you ready?' she asked. I want one more second! Doesn't she realize that every second counts when I'm kissing my children good-bye at the airport when I'm staring at the pink window of the home pregnancy test when the doctor says, "It's time to push" when the rollercoaster is climbing the hill when I'm sitting at a red light, late for work when the nurse says, The doctor will be right in when the curtains first open at the school play when it's 10:01 and curfew is at 10 when the varsity game is in overtime, and my son has the ball I would pay a king's ransom for another second to gaze at my children, To say, I love you, I'm here for you, and everything will be alright I worry most about the imminent seconds when Death comes for one of us, Oh! Each second preceding God's call will be priceless And actually, each nanosecond inbetween is just as dire - and wonderful when death is imminent --CRONIN DETZZ Back to main page |
| ONE MORE SECOND written Aug. 2001 by Cronin Detzz |
| Inspiration Ironically, this poem was written the last time I had my children with me. At the time of writing, I did not know that I would never get them back. The view of watching them walk towards the airplane, with the flight attendant in tow, is forever etched in my mind. |