Bucklin’ Down

There comes a time to buckle down, as seen that night in dream,
For there are things which needs’ be done of deeper type it seems;
As mom moves down the right-of-way to runway for her leave,
It's time to get affairs laid out ’fore hour when each one grieves.

Emotion's good, it has its place, so best to make some space
For its expression adequate by all in time and place;
By getting this and that's all done, arrangements by and large,
For death of parents can be tough, on family quite hard.

Life must go on, so best build in resource for feeling-time;
Though loss has been a part of life for both your life and mine,
This nitty-gritty the part of life must now be factored in,
So we're caught up in daily tasks – new shape of life begin.

Reflective time's a privilege, which draws its zest from facts,
So stripping down diversions leaves us room for caring acts;
Tsunami’s come, like in Japan, turn life upon a dime,
But other losses are foreseen – for them we must make time.

I've let things slide these past few years of chaos, learning, change,
Which must be done – it's catch-up time, as death comes into range;
For seniors in our families have lived quite long indeed,
And soon may come some changes which will multiply our need.

It's like the airport yesterday, with several planes lined up
To take off once the passengers were loaded with their stuff –
Each parting was quite separate from others in the line,
But several planes took off at once, while some at other times.

So, hunker down here, Stu, and get things outward in control;
For you will have some tasks to do, for you there'll be a role
Quite different from your out-trips with your mother over time –
For now the journey's inward, like departing planes in line.

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