Since we last spoke
two people told me their moms died
It happens all the time, but each one seems so special
I was driving on the West Side Highway
to see Camille and passed the walking bridge
where we crossed to put Mary's ashes in the river
I thought about the ebb and flow
Time is a river. Life is a highway
I held my breath. I closed my eyes
I saw how important it is to care for others,
to have someone care about you
There are a lot of other souls on that same road
I must have been driving or floating in
this wondrous state for several miles,
then realized I better pay closer attention to the road
I opened my eyes, rolled down the window
Took a deep breath, looked around
The river flows. This moment passes
So, pay attention to the exit signs
and you'll be kinder to others,
on the journey over river or road