Poetry by Rosie Beth

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Times' Hellos and Goodbyes

 

Sometimes in Life, just when one thinks things make sense . . .

Yet another reality presents itself to be known.

While this is ever present, it can be challenging at times . . .

And sometimes reality is a hard taskmaster . . .

Unless one chooses to live in a fantasy world 

(which I wonder whether or not there IS such a haven)

One reality in life is saying goodbye. I've said so many . . .

Frankly, although ''goodbyes''  make room for ''hellos''. . .

The pendulum can swing too quickly.

While I understand that this life we live is temporal at best  . . .

A few more peaks than valleys . . .

would be helpful in comprehending life's meaning at times.

Time. . .the thing that is so necessary in life for 

understanding, healing, planning & aspiring . . .

Time...the measure of love, pain and joy . . .

(it seems to pass too  quickly when joy is involved)

Time. . .a thing to savor while one has the opportunity. . .

Time. . .creates memories; treasures to be pulled out 

and held in ones' hearts and arms. . .

For days when the sun refuses to shine.

Today was a day to commit to memory  . . .

'' the remembrance of times gone by ' . . .that cannot be recaptured.

Savor them well - for soon enough, 

a tomorrow comes when the sun sleeps again.

It's time to commit to my ''rainy day file'' again...special joys...

The joy of another's laughter and affection, a foot massage, a hug from behind. . .

A surprise phone call that says '' I am thinking of you '', 

a compliment when feeling low...

A special remembrance at Christmas that kept the tears at bay...

A spaghetti dinner cooked just for me, a look across a room that says

 ''I'm glad you're here''...

Or perhaps a little thing like pulling a scarf around me and being held.

I will miss him very deeply when he leaves my life.

It was hard to believe...it may be harder to ''un-believe.''

But, I have learned that there is nothing to hold onto in this life, except God. . .

And knowing that yet another tomorrow, comes again.

We may not be certain that tomorrows will be exciting. . .

but they come. . .and add to that commodity called ''Time.''

Isn't this wonderful ? Another Goodbye !

Okay, I can do this. . .but no more ''hellos''. . . 

until I stop reeling from the ''goodbyes.''

To not care, is a much larger challenge than TO care.

I suppose it may be necessary to create ''time'' in my own way now. . .

As well as distance. . .so that my heart can catch up to ''Time'' ???

 

© Rosie's Place - Rosie Beth

1993-2008

 

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