This is a recent one that I wrote on my lunch hour last August, back when we were not sure who my son was overnight. But I realized this really isn't about my son, it's about making peace with the past and with what you are given to bear and keeping eyes ever in the moment and looking forward. The ending still doesn't make me happy, but I am posting it because someone in my life (it's on the down low, sorry-not at liberty to divulge right now) is working something truly astounding and adventurous and I want to lend my unwavering support.
How do we move along
When uncertainty stops us in our tracks
When fear beckons and threatens to shadow our path
How do we move along
When tomorrow feels wrong
When tomorrow might not be what we think
How do we move along
When yesterday was hopeful
When yesterday was beautiful
How do we move along
When our minds are mired in confusion
When our hearts are full of worry
How do we move along?
We face the fear we are handed
We look the unknown in the eye
And combat it with knowledge
We sweep up the broken dreams
And put them back together
Though they might not fit the way they were before
We move along and make tomorrow
What we know it can be.
Today is yesterday’s today and today’s tomorrow.
And we might as well get started
Yesterday taught us
How to live for today
8/27/07
7 comments:
Beautiful! Keep 'em coming.
I especially like the lines about sweeping up the broken dreams... It resonates deeply with me.
I look forward to future POWs.
Much Love,
Aunt Kathie
Beautiful, Linda...your words have really hit close to my heart! Thank you for sharing! I look forward to more of your "POWs". *HUGS & SMILES*
Wow, you are quite the writer! Writing is NOT my forte. That is beautiful. You should submit it.
p.s. Hop on the next flight and you can play with my stuff! ;-) I'd love a partner in crime.
Wow, you are quite the writer! Writing is NOT my forte. That is beautiful. You should submit it.
p.s. Hop on the next flight and you can play with my stuff! ;-) I'd love a partner in crime.
Having been in that spot just a few short years ago when we had so many questions and worries about Maya, you described those feelings so precisely. And yes, you do sweep the pieces -the ones you know are shattered into dust -out and you take the remaining ones, that look salvageable and try to start rebuilding. Eventually, you find the right glue and things begin to stick together again. Beautiful, very expressive poem.
Yes Today is our's and tomorrow is what we make it- Unfortunately dreams get broken, however you have to have new ones! I hope that certain someone finds strength in your poem.
I like the new feature.
Linda, that is a very moving poem! Thanks for sharing it. I look forward to reading more of your writing.
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