3WW - A Poem

MY REFLECTION

What life could I want to be a part of

more than my own,

waking up to a clean breeze,

serenaded by a choir of birds,

pine scent filling every corner,

flowers blooming,

a good man by my side.

It makes me remember my history

of rushing through the day,

walking past suffering,

dragging baggage, energy spent,

"things" becoming my worth.

But seeing past all that

I am rich,

not even the lottery can compare,

or a sexy little black dress

with strappy high heels.

I have all I need,

our house in the pines,

a blog with friends, a book of poetry,

along with grandsons covering

empty spaces on every wall,

and the way my waterfall-

runs over rocks-

roaring like a lion.

Don't mind me,

I'll stop pondering my old narrow ways,

to enjoy natures symphony as I sway along

while my body

heals in the cool water-

my dog lays on the deck-

and my mind floats away

carrying all my cares to the big blue sky

and gets lost in the clouds.

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