I look around me and see the accumulation of years,
of living and loving;
Old toys packed away, teddy bears peeping out from
their boxes,
books from every crisis we've endured all the way
from childbirth to the death of our parents,
dimple cheeked babies and high school diplomas
line the hallways,
pictures of times to be remembered;
Pictures of us on our wedding day;
How young we looked!
I was thin. You had hair.
And there was hope and joy
written on our faces;
Who were we then?
And where did we go?
We promised we would not
become our parents
with long angry silences
and hurtful words.
Yet, here we are
reliving the past just as
surely as if their ghosts
were sitting on our shoulders.
Life is hard and life is short
It was meant to be lived, for
better or for worse,
but not always together.
At least not this time.
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one which often ends
where the night folds
and a sunray begins.
Then we see hope
to make a new start
then life tickles our souls
its trappings touch our hearts.
Love your work
I wish you luck in figuring it all out.
I hate that cutesy virtual {{{hug}}} thing, but I suspect you could us one now...
your language flows, yes we become like our parents..
yet if we want to last in the present we must learn to change..
very good lessons well phrased!
Very, very well done. I think one of life's twisted blessings is our ability to change as time marches on - for the better or worse. Sometimes we just become so different from the person of years past that continuing on life's journey with the same partner flat out doesn't work. The pain of staying together can grow greater than the agony of moving apart.
Chin up, and keep writing. You do it well!
Some of my friends were bald when they got married so they can't look at the photos and say they had hair then. :)
I hope to read more of your writing.