The Now
From Highway 401 to 202 and on,
James Taylor sang me on into the city.
Nostalgia and emotion swept over my being,
“Sweet Baby James” and “Fire and Rain”.
My mind was filled with thoughts,
Of my children and grandchildren at home,
And my family here where I feel so at home,
The history of us all, written on the winds of time,
And all that is real in the now where I exist.
Becca~
Marvelous poetic thoughts, Karen.
love the wauy you take us with you!
Have a blessed and Happy New Year,
Love,
Eileen
hugs
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Belated MERRY CHRISTMAS to you SIS!!
Love Tinka
I surely can relate to your "Now". I can only exist in the here and now, because to live in the past will be too painful, and to dwell on what the future is going to bring takes too much energy, so the "now" is all we have and we must make the best of whatever our "now" is. Be happy for all the small things in life that make us glad to be alive.
Awesome write...
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Blessings ...
Richard