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medallion dreams now turned to grey,
wild flower scented sheets once laid
on the line held with clothesline wood pins,
now all I can do is hang on to that rope line
for dear life;
      (gripping goodbyes)

I sit at my sill inside the nook and
watch generational bonds form. 
I look at my hubby and say with pride,
     "look what we started, sweetheart..."

Sixty-five years of marriage with 
eons of photo frames lining the walls-
for he is my mate to my soul;
                              my line to my life. 

I've worn my heart on my sleeve
since the first time I gave my heart
away- 
        (high school sweethearts)
I was young,
fell in love too easily;
trusted blindly
but
it was worth every prick to my heart- 
every bloodstream that flowed with
pain. 

my skin untoned,
wrinkled with spots of age;
beautiful scars worn for years have
finally mended and healed-
for no longer am I scarred.

they say it time and time again....
but honestly-
no I don't wish I knew then what I 
know now.

for it is through growth I lived
a life completely full of affection.
I know what it's like to fall in love so
deep your toes curl,
I know what it's like to have two sisters
choose death over life-
I know how it feels to embrace
a daughter on the day she was born,
   and
I know how it feels to be loved so
unconditionally...
even the angels weep.

to be grateful is to have lived;
and that is what I shall die saying...
                            "blessed am I."
             (gripping life)         





Written: February 6, 2019

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