Yesterday I heard the mail truck coming
I went outside to say hello to Angel;
She’s a young Hispanic girl and friendly
With a ready smile – a darling girl.
 
She’d been gone for two days and I asked her
If she’d done something fun on her days off,
She hesitated, then she almost whispered,
“No, I learned my brain tumor is back.”
 
There she sat, this young girl, really lovely
With her life in limbo, making do.
I asked her questions, and her answers made me
Sick inside at what she’s going through.
 
After she drove over to my neighbor’s
I thought how much for granted that I take
I go along each day, busy and happy
With good health, no terrible heart break.
 
It was a sort of wake-up call that I should
Make my days more meaningful instead
Of hours spent here at my old computer
I should say some things I’ve left unsaid,
 
And do some things that I have been postponing
And get my life in order, leave things straight,
And then, with luck, I’ll go on with my living
Until God says, “It’s time. Come on up, Kate.”