I wrote this poem after spending time in the garden. There, no creature envies another’s appearance or attributes. There, beauty abounds in every shape, size, color, form. There, we admire the diversity.

We, especially we women, can learn a lot in the garden. Every living thing is endowed with particular and unique beauty… you, me, she… We simply need to widen our vision, expand, accept, appreciate, relish.

~KIM


I’m feeling especially divine.

That being said…

In my next life,

Next world,

I’m giving birth to six daughters:

Lily

Poppy

Rose

Iris

Daisy

Margarite

And they will be beautiful,

Each in her own distinct way.

Like their namesakes,

Those girls will lift their faces to the sun,

And bask in the wonder of the world.

They’ll add glamour and color, interest, allure

Wherever they find themselves.

With utmost confidence,

Each will embrace her particular uniqueness,

Not covetous, not envious, of other’s attributes,

Sure in the fact that she has exactly what she needs

To Be

Perfect

Happy

Free

 

I peer into the looking glass

And know the image I see

The face comes forward from my past

It’s you, ~ Gram, Mom ~ and me!

~

At fifty-one, my precious gram

Held the spunky, 2-year me

At that same age my mother

Was grandmother to my three.

~

The stages passed in but a blink

Some energizing, some wearying

The roles assigned shifted, changed, redefined

The times thrilling and new, never dreary.

~

So today the woman glancing back

Has raised her sweet family

She’s ages old and quite content

She’s a Gram, she’s a mom, she’s me.

~

Wonder what my daughters will see

When  they glance toward the glass

In a decade or three.

Will it be me? We? She? All three?

 

Foolish of me to expect mercy, wasn’t it?

I knew

You relished the suffering of others.

I hoped

For sobriety and logic and fairness and love.

Foolish of me, wasn’t it?

*inspired by Three Word Wednesday ~ Foolish, Mercy, Relish

 

We sit together

Watching images

Unrelated

To us.

This makes perfect sense

As we sit together

Related

But unable

To relate.

 

Early challenges aside,

Halcyon days existed

Like diamonds

Rare

~ but there ~

Buried in lengthy, brown-coal years.

Upon reflection

Those icy sparklers

Scattered glints of iris light,

Enough to nurture hope for brighter futures.

Blessed be the prism that refracts to alter views.

Blessed be the child who from the old path skews.

 

halcyon: to hearken back to an earlier time, remembered as idyllic

 

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