Love to walk by the creek
and hear the birds speak
their secret language.
See them play in pairs
like pilots in an air show.
Wish to fly now.
Seems like this whole lifetime
is spent waiting.
Will miss the fleeting moments
of joy but is it ever
worth the pain?
Salvation is promised
yet we don’t know a thing.
Day follows night
but nothing can be made right
when the best part of you
is missing.
Would we choose to be born
if we had a say?
Life is just a brief interlude
between birth and dying
and matters less than both
in the big picture.
Some stay for a vacation
or weekend
while others live out
a long sentence
until their will or body
break down.
Who knows why
we are left to carry
on this way.
Robert Pegel is a husband and father whose only child Calvin, passed away five years ago. Robert writes poetry to make sense of the unimaginable, to try and transform his pain and loss. He has been published in The Pangolin Review, The Galway Review, Trouvaille Review, Grand Little Things, Ariel Chart, Adelaide, Lothlorien Poetry, Bluepepper, As Above So Below, Unique Poetry and others. Robert lives in Andover, NJ with his wife Zulma, and their Min Pin dog, Chewy.
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