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After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child
And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers
And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.
Veronica A. Shoffstall
May 6, 2008 |
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trysh, Crafting May 6, 2008 9:32 am
Really like this one, Squiffy! Especially the part that says ‘decorate your own soul”….neat word-picture!
Thanks for the lovely thoughts on a lovely morning!
Half-Past Kissin' Time May 6, 2008 9:43 am
This is a timeless piece. I especially love the part about not waiting for someone to bring you flowers; every now and then, I pick up my own
RealWorldMom, Moms May 7, 2008 9:08 am
I have to ’steal’ this. Where do you find all these beautiful writings, Squiffy? Thank you for sharing!
Maureen, Painting/Drawing May 7, 2008 2:02 pm
Wow, great photo, great words. Thank you!
Angela, Moms May 7, 2008 6:14 pm
I’ve owned a yellowed newspaper copy of this poem for about 20 years. I’ve even quoted it on occasion, but did not have the poet’s name. Now I do. Thanks!