I’m north of 60 now
it’s time to admit
I never could decide
what I wanted to be
when I grew up.
I wanted to be
everything
–try
everything–
God knows I tried
to try everything!
Now
my joints ache
and I complain
like an old lady
while I wonder
“What am I going to do
with the rest of my life?”
Because
in spite of my
very best efforts
I haven’t done it all;
and besides,
there are one or two things
I’d really like to do again
(and again)
before I go.
And when I go
remember that I will
still
be
here
in
so many ways.
A good bit of me will be food —
if not for animals
then for the soil —
passing life on.
Some of me will escape
into the air
as steam
— evaporated —
to one day
join with other molecules
(perhaps I’ll know some of them)
and fall to earth
somewhere else
again
passing life on.
The children of my children
continue the branching
of our family tree
each carrying
the sacred light
lit in ancient times
and passing it on.
That was always the mission.
It was always about the light.
It was never about me.
I have succeeded
in spite of myself!
In this poem by Sharon Frizzell is the beautiful and serene acceptance of Life!
I love your reflections, Sharon. Envious of your ability to write thought-provoking poetry. Hmmm, maybe you’ll inspire me to look into that form of writing more. I’ve really only done free verse and it’s all intuitive, not studied. Of course, that may be how you do it too …
you’re
oh, so
good at it.
laf
so uplifting Sharon, wonderful poetry..
I always thought you beautiful.
You know, always full of beauty
A bow (who can spell beau anyway?)
Of tea (and sympathy and frankness)
and fruitful (with family or frankness)
or just full (of fun or homily).
Isn’t that the heart of it,
to be that kind of honest
sharing yourself withgrace
(okay, so not always graceful).
You know, it made you wild
and happiness filled us
(because of you).
See?
Life always thought you beautiful, too.
~ser
And I mean it.
How sweet to find your lovely compliment when I opened the site today, Sherry! I am verklempt! Thank you! I am going to float out and take care of the quotidian concerns of the day with the fuel of your sweet words carrying me forward!
Ah, I do enjoy surprising you. Thanks!
Seriously, been a long time since I made anyone verklempt. I can still hear you say it after all this time. Be well, dear friend.