Thank you, Mom, for bringing me into this world and raising me. Thank you to my mother-in-law for raising the man whom I adore. Thank you to all of the women and female forces in my life, who have helped to mother me, and to nourish me, and to protect me, and to help me to evolve to become even more of me. Thank you, my beautiful children, for allowing me to be your mother. It is my greatest privilege and purpose. I am filled with love and gratitude and awe for all of you.
Readers, Sundays are dedicated to poetry here a Adulting – Second Half. On Sundays, we share poetry. I share a poem that I, or someone else has written and I love it when you share your poems in the Comments section. Poetry gives us freedom in words. The rules are loose, the emotion is at the surface, and yet mystery flows. There are no critiques here. We are just sharing our intimate selves through word song. Try your hand at poetry. It’s asking to be released from your heart. Here’s my offering for today:
The Bouquet
The bouquet has been delivered.
It’s in your hands. It’s in your care.
The blooms are so easy to love, yet there are some thorns to contend with.
Underneath the facade of it all.
In the right light, the bouquet looks so lovely, so perfectly, harmonically put together.
A song in a vase.
Yet sometimes it’s a tangled mess.
And it fades and withers and drops leaves.
It was never meant to last forever,
but if you hold on to the cherished moment . . .
the time when the flowers came into your arms, and you couldn’t stop
lovingly gazing at their beautiful sight.
You remember that their blooms came from seeds,
And the seeds hold all of the mysteries of Life.
And the blooming never ever ends, even when the vase is empty.
The blooms carry on in infinite fields of color and growth,
Season after season after season.
The bouquet was just a captured moment.
A reminder of what is eternal.
Love.
Beautiful!
Happy Mother’s Day pretty lady!!
Thank you, Betsey! Right back atcha!