When this poem came by for a visit, I wanted to share it with you.
in fear you might miss something."
How many of us grow up afraid we might miss something,
and do something wrong? I know this fear well.
It stalks me like a jealous, jilted paramour.
I'm getting over it.
". . .you decide on the cargo. So lighten, lighten the load
with shrugs, not sighs."
I'm practicing the shrug; I've got sighs honed to perfection.
"You are free to love and forgive yourself for love
that hits the mark left of centre."
A clever way to say "I muddled that up nicely."
"Those who need you may never be able
to acknowledge the gift you bring..."
Something to remember when feeling unappreciated.
It helps in continuing to put your
best broken foot forward, anyway.
There's a good possibility I'm the one
who doesn't acknowledge and appreciate
the gift of love someone brings.
It's why I love Rosemerry W. Trommer's invitation
to translate everything someone says or does,
no matter how inept, into a gesture of love and caring.
PS: This does not include acts of violence. She's referring to the
insensitive things people say and do when
someone has experienced a profound loss."
Thank you for being you and for being here.
We're in this together.
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