“Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.”
― T.S. Eliot
I’ve surrounded myself
With photos
From my life.
There are images
Of loved ones,
And pictures
That represent
A vast array
Of experiences.
I look upon them
And ask myself
Where I hope to go
In the future
And what I hope
To accomplish
With the other half
Of the time
I have been
Allotted.
I’d like to lose
A hundred more pounds
And take another cruise,
Perhaps returning
To those ports
That circumstances
Prevented me
From enjoying
On my last visit,
Then I’d like to see
The lilacs in Montana
Once again,
To see
Their vibrant color
Against the azure
Western sky,
Would they move me now
As they did
Back then?
There are experiences
I’d like to repeat
And others
I’d like to experience
For the first time.
The days and years ahead
Hold more promise
Than I could ever
Dream of.
I am so happy
I have them
To look forward to!
Very reflective peaceful view of life and a promising future.
I have vivid memories but too few photographs. So I cherish the ones that I have even more and mourn the ones lost with cameras or still in my mother's 11 albums, unreachable for the moment.
It seemed like, in my preschool years, that every house in north central Wisconsin, like our farmhouse without a farm, had a huge lilac bush nearby with that wonderful color and aroma in early summer.
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I have vivid memories but too few photographs. So I cherish the ones that I have even more and mourn the ones lost with cameras or still in my mother's 11 albums, unreachable for the moment.
It seemed like, in my preschool years, that every house in north central Wisconsin, like our farmhouse without a farm, had a huge lilac bush nearby with that wonderful color and aroma in early summer.
Ron
Bravo.