Sometimes when you’re sandwiched between crises
and you’re going through it without your mother,
you just need to come out and play a little polo,
find your balance with some red clover.
Maybe slip your laptop into the red case
and head to some sweet spot that sells veggies
with a little turkey. Because that’s how you roll
when you contain multitudes
and you need to take a stanza break,
and breathe,
maybe write a book.
But because today’s your birthday and you are the gift,
we’re going to chase some pickups and pick up some pieces.
So you just have to sing along and remind yourself that
still. still. still.
it’s all going to be okay.
A quickly pieced poem from several Megan’s blog posts… with a few additions of my own words. Love you, friend. You are a gift. And happy birthday. Again.
In the stillness,
Sandy
That’s beautiful, Sandra!
May I offer another, one that has helped me? It’s from the pen of Henry Lee, an officer with the US Army in the Philippines at the beginning of WW2. He didn’t survive.
I see no gleam of victr’y alluring,
no hope of splendid booty of of gain.
If I endure, I must go on enduring
and my sole reward for bearing pain – is pain.
Yet though the thrill, the zest, and the hope are gone,
something within me keeps me fighting on.
Oh, Andrew. I can only imagine how that poem has touched you. Keep fighting, friend.
Thanks, Sandy. I am still here, still in the fight…but it’s getting very bad. Morphine is no longer effective. I’m out of pain-control options.
I am praying. 🙁
How delightful!
😀 😀
Louise, who’s your buddy? Mine is Emily, a beer-keg-shaped Blue Heeler who happens to be deaf (which makes it convenient for her to ignore me). She also knows ASL.
This is amazing, Sandy! Thank you for sharing!
Thanks, Martha. It was a perfect day to repost it. 🙂
A blessing to see something in and through you again. I’m smiling. Thank you MUCH!!
I’m smiling big to be back. 🙂
So filled with love along with the great word pictures! I love it!
Thanks, Linda. Megan is a gift.