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Introspection
by Jeanette Cooper → (All Poetry by Jeanette Cooper)
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Introspection As I sit here in this aging body Looking back upon my busy youth, I ponder on where life has taken me, My experiences spelling my life’s truths. Where have all the glorious yesteryears flown, Those fruitful days of bright new thrills? On silent wings fading memories flown away Like yonder and faraway, foggy distant hills. My first teenage birthday party With lots of friends, food, and mirth The games we played, the presents they gave, Those simple pleasantries akin to perpetual rebirth. My first glorious date to the drive-in movie My first dry kiss upon my youthful lips From the guy whom I believed would surely love me Until my heart started doing flips for other guys. More dates, more kisses, more rejections Finally finding my once in a lifetime special one A diamond ring he put upon my finger, followed by A wedding ceremony in the warm March sun. A baby boy placed in my hungry arms To have, to hold, and to love A tiny speck of sweet humanity against my chest Given me straight from God above. Now I am old, my son a man, Death has touched so many whom I love I watch as youth travels the life Where I have been before. The grand festive seasons appear and are gone Like a fast-moving vehicle carrying me along A day, a month, a year, and years As I ponder from where I’ve come. © 2007 Jeanette Cooper--All Rights Reserved

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on March 5, 2007

Jeanette:

This is a wonderful re-collection of your life, and times with good memories. Time flies and that is true, but good memories are to be treasured forever!!!!!! Wonderful write!!!!!

Sandie May Angel :o)

Reviewed by Brenda Hill

Reviewed on January 3, 2007

So true, Jeanette, and I, too, wonder where the days have gone.

Reviewed by Debra Harmes-Kurth (Reader)

Reviewed on January 1, 2007

Lovely poem, and I can feel the questions floating between the stanzas. My son is now a man too, and it does leave us with a search for new meaning. Happy and blessed new year to you.
debra

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Oh Jeanette you've touched my heart deeply with this write, almost as if we are kindred spirits...your reflection of the days gone by are so similar to my own in many ways. I too sometimes wonder just where does the time go...don't it seem that it passes so much quicker as we age? Makes you want to embrace the world and grasp every moment and make it count, but I wear down before I can do all that want to do. Sad when we reflect upon so many that death as consumed, both my maternal and paternal grandparents have passed as my husbands have as well, many aunts and uncles, reminds me of line that Bea Author used on the Golden Girls when she thought her mother was dying..."pushes you right up to the front of the line" hadn't thougth about that in sometime. Great write my friend, enjoyed this so much...this is a keeper for me! God bless and Happy New Year!
Joyce Bowling