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 a holiday 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
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