It was the hour

That passed too quickly

A lifetime of happy memories

Were contained and lived.

 

It was the hour

That was most painful

A lifetime of ache

Was felt and endured.

 

It was the hour

That moved too slowly

I waited and waited…

It seemed like eternity.

 

It’s always the hour…

And its fragility and uncertainty

That needs to be handled

With attention and care.

 

Sometimes a wall

Sometimes a window…

The hour needs to be understood

In order to be freed.