Picking Through the Pieces
"All the little pieces,
fragments and crumbs of life."
John Ruskin
The troubles, the love,
the fears and the spice.
Make us what we are today.
Show us where we went astray.
Genetics of course play a part.
wit, talent, mood and smart.
Your fist step into first love.
Those highs of emotion truly absurd.
Insecurities we gather and carry
inform who we should marry.
Too late the wisdom of age dictates,
who would have been the perfect mate.
Our little offspring pick up clues.
Some from me and some from you.
Unintentionally we guide them unwisely.
History repeating itself precisely.
Through it all true love prevails.
We have it in abundance, females.
Mother to child, friend to friend.
It's love in the end that makes amends.
03/09/2020
for All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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