Good morning. I hope that this blog finds you warm and well. Sundays are devoted to poetry on the blog. Last night, our daughter, the baby of our family and currently a senior in high school, came out to dinner with us. This is a rare occurrence these days as she naturally soaks up her social time with her friends and her boyfriend. My husband and I soaked up her presence with us, as every moment of her still being the baby in our nest, is a numbered one and part of a quickening countdown. My husband asked me the other night, “Why do you keep bringing up her being a senior?” I laughed to myself. I foolishly like to believe that I am preparing myself ahead of time. It works out well in our marriage though. I tend to put myself through all of my emotions before something happens and it always hits my husband the hardest after things happen. We have been able to support each other well, this way, throughout the years. We take turns being strong for each other.
I don’t really have a poem of my own today. I am feeling sentimental, though. I introduced poetry to my own children with the fun and funny poems written by the late, great Shel Silverstein. Here’s one to bring a smile to your face:
I hope that you welcome today as a day to accept “everything on it.” It gets heavy, but life is delicious when you welcome all of it, on to your plate.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.