All our winters spent—
How can only days remain
in which to love you?
— Copyright © 7 June 2012, by E.W. Bennefeld
Note: This poem, “All the Years”, was written during the months preceding my mother-in-law’s death in 2012, shortly after her ninety-third birthday. Revisiting this poem toward the end of September 2014, it again seemed timely, as my sister Bryce died a few days later, on 30 September 2014.