To know that your life could end
with one call,
one news program,
one officer at your door,
one heart breaking…mine

To know that all it would take
is one bomb,
one gun,
one mechanical malfunction

To know all I’d have left is
one fishing trip,
one basketball game,
one hug,
one “I love you” to hold on to

To know he’s not even gone yet makes
one worry turn to ten,
one day feel like a blessing,
one more memory seem like plenty yet not enough,
and one more “I love you” to seem like a gift from God