When I was young, I looked ahead
To years I would spend facing the
Great unknowns, the unexpected.
When I was young, the future was
Not in the rearview but it loomed
Near and far. The future was just
Where I wanted it. Where it should
Loom. It was all my tomorrows. I
Loved its mystery. I anticipated
The twists and turns but did not
Know where it would lead me nor
Where I would follow. Today, the
Tomorrows may be fewer but I do
Not know what that future holds.
Now, that I am not young, I hold
The hope that the future brings a
Little closer and tighter. It will be
A surprise, I hope. Unexpected, a
Mystery lies in my tomorrows, or
Maybe if I am lucky there will be
Many mysteries. Still even now.
Tag Archives: Gratitude
G’d mornin’
Musical notes, so faint I
Thought I was dreaming,
The light, the music, form
A tapestry of sensations.
It is insistent and it is time
To get up to enjoy the day
That the light and sound
Promises
The gift
Joy. He has such a capacity for
Joy. His dark mood can never
Obliterate his expressions of
Joy. It bubbles through, and he
Appreciates some kindness he
Has the sense to sense. Small
Joys win out over big sorrows
It is his gift. A measure of joy.
In gratitude
I write to remember my
Gratitude and my love. I
Write to forget my fears
And my anger. I write to
Right wrongs my heart
Feels. I write to see all
The emotions painted
In a panorama of good
And bad. Yes and ugly.
But when I write I am
Always grateful for you.
Tamara, really 