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Originally posted by mother/babyRNMoving On...
Life is like baseball;
each miss or great hit,
is transient only,
not the essence of it.
Chances, like innings
temporarily end,
but there is always a new game,
another chance to begin...
GO red sox.
honestly,
i love your poem . it reminds me of those turbulent times from years ago when it was so easy to write when you were feeling so sad. still it is not easy to articulate feeling that are so personal, much less let the whole world peek.
Nice . and i would submit it.
mother/babyRN, RN
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Moving On...
My thoughts are no longer
centered on sad,
or punishing episodes
which I may have had,
or friendships that changed,
or just passed away,
or love in my future
being eons away-
My heart has been battered;
I've experienced doubt,
but thats not the thing
that I'm thinking about,
rather, the choices
I've elected to choose,
whether spectacular
or destined to lose,
were mine in entirety,
with faith amazingly strong,
and that is close to me always
whether right or ALL wrong...
God decided, with humor,
to grant me this life,
so along with the laughter,
comes a "smidgen" of strife....
Life is like baseball;
each miss or great hit,
is transient only,
not the essence of it.
Chances, like innings
temporarily end,
but there is always a new game,
another chance to begin...
It's not EVER over-
just fades away,
WE make the decision
to leave or to stay...
We can drown in the sadness,
or leave it behind,
in search for the splendor
we are destined to find...
God made all of us perfect,
not an error in sight,
though WE seldom believe it,
try as we might...
It's the essence of love
which sets us apart-
not our sizes or faces-
it's straight from the heart....
So, I'M back on my journey;
Goodbye to my past,
I'm off to my future
and a love that will last....
Thank you to those
whom I left behind,
your lessons and sweetness
I have etched in my mind....
Even the tough times
and those which were sad,
have graced me with visions
I might never have had....
To you, I am grateful-
because, as you will see,
You've helped sculpt that treasure
which is soon to be ME!
Written by: Martha Crowninshield
O'Brien August 1993