Such an odd way To keep track Births and deaths Life and love Captured in The minuscule of Days, months, years… Blocks on a chart Giving the appearance Of logic and Organization Life is anything but– In certain instances One experience Can cause a Shocking whiplash Taking me from The Present To the Past Then the Future A flash of light Revealing what Time has passed And where I may be Once that same Amount of time Passes by again- Not measured By Perfect Little squares In even rows But by a heart Carrying each beat Every breath, Each smile, And every tear That fills this living
What does thirty years mean to you? If we look at it in terms of math-10,950 days, 262,800 hours, and 15,768,000 minutes. And yes, I did the math. Just don’t ask me to show my work! And while those huge numbers give a little sense of the time that has passed, they don’t quite do justice.
For me, a lot of ground has been covered in thirty years. It began with what I like to call a rescue. My life was a mess when I met Gart. I suppose he could say the same. But he found me, and that was that.
We were both ready for a commitment. That decision covered seven cities, one apartment, and seven houses. It also brought new jobs and a long list of friends.
What result are we most proud of? Three grown children and one beautiful daughter-in-law. Each of them is their own person. Each with their own gifts. Each holds kindness and the ability to accept others where they are.
Well, tomorrow is our official thirty-year anniversary. It is also the day before our first granddaughter’s due date. How appropriate. The beginning of year thirty will be celebrated while waiting on the birth of this new little person we already love.
Much of last week felt heavy. Saturday, I was thankful to spend time writing with my friend, Ali. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/ What a treat! I wrote the following poem during our time together. It seemed like the perfect choice for Simply Sunday. Hope you enjoy it! ❤️
Hold My Hand
Where were you in my yesterday? Where will you be in my tomorrow? A thought A smile A memory Today, you may Very well Hold my hand And that is A beautiful thing Even if only For a moment Sometimes A moment is All that is needed To carry us Into tomorrow- Where was I in your yesterday? Where will I be in your tomorrow?
Tiny hand Gently Patting me On the back Head quietly Resting On my shoulder- Hands folded Held still Near your face As I tuck you Snuggly in bed- Seemed like Overnight You were too big To be tucked in Staying up Later than Mom and dad A sweet Reversal of roles The big kid Coming in To tell us goodnight- I don't remember When any of those Goodnights Changed But they did- And that's ok
Preparing to be a grandma has me thinking about those early days and years of motherhood. They change so fast.
We are looking forward to welcoming sweet Emilia June very soon! 💗
There are Those days I wish time Could freeze Temporarily Of course Just long Enough For my heart To capture The images I never want To forget- Just long Enough to File them away For safekeeping So upon recall They may help Thaw any Heartache- There are Those days I wish time Could freeze
Waiting for Buds to appear And begin Repainting The landscape With the newness Felt in all Shades of green Taking care not To overlook Today's grays Or forget The once bright Colors Now faded Their purpose Fulfilled in The graceful Holding of hope For tomorrow’s Blooming
What makes a year? Logic says Seconds, minutes, hours Days, weeks, months Equally spaced To help us keep track- Of what, I’m not sure Oh, there’s no denying The answer when My birth year Is subtracted From the current year But the larger That number grows The less it represents Anything equally spaced What makes a year? My heart says The love of others The beauty of nature Grief, heartache, and loss Faith, hope, and love None of which Fit into any calendar All of which Even the torn edges Can be transformed Into a much-cherished Collage of memories
Silhouetted trees Of blackest ink Unwavering Against A radiant orange Horizon The Earth Continuing On its orbit No slower Or faster than The day before I am moving, too Yet, somehow Frozen In this one Instant of time Unchanging Giving me pause Time to marvel Until the Moment Fades away
Piano Girl 