Words I Wrote along the Way

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By Dennis F. McCorkle

My dear friend Barbara and I went one evening after work to get a drink and an appetizer at a local pub. Sitting down at the table we sat, talked and scribbled thoughts on the backside of the placemats. Reminiscing over the past year and the wonderful moments we had shared together getting to know each other. One theme kept coming up in the course of our conversation, how important each day is and how fragile each moment and memory was. A turn this direction or that, a phone call not returned, each small by themselves; but each able to change the course of our lives in very dramatic ways.
     We took the placemats home that evening and put them in our memory box. The next morning we rushed as normal getting ready for work and I drove her down to the train, hurriedly saying our good-byes as the train to New York City arrived - it was September 11, 2001...

The Fragile Moments
Oh, the fragile moments of our lives
Hang heavy on a thread spun thinner than the finest web.
From moment to moment our lives change and unfold
From the present - then into the past

Each precious second, ticks and then is nigh
Connected by heartbeat and a single shallow sigh
Oh, the fragile moments pass before our eyes
How well we know these fragile moments of our lives 9/14/01