me, the more I realise
just how much I have.
Head Stones
In the calm of a cemetery,
the late autumn sunshine lights hidden corners.
Headstones stand,
marking the plots where people now lay,
in peace,
at rest.
Not just names and dates,
these people were once known to us.
These were friends and love ones.
The grass has started to encroach on the slate plaques set into the ground.
Love for these people brought us here,
so we tidy,
brushing off the dirt and leaves,
trimming back the soft green grass.
Though no longer with us
we talk to these people,
these people who never really departed,
for we will take them with us,
in our hearts,
forever.
Then - Now - What
'Then' is what made me.
The family I was born to.
All the things I did in my early life,
all the things early life did to me,
shaping the person your eyes see now.
Read my words,
hear my voice,
my early life shaped them.
The good and the bad,
the joy and the pain,
I must have those memories!.
My days of childhood are my foundations.
My family,
my friends,
my loves and experiences.
My 'now' sits on that past.
My past is my rock from which my 'now' bursts forth with confidence.
The confidence in knowing my place in this world.
Realising just what I have,
and how fortunate I am to have it.
I have known and met my ancestors.
Where I came from fuels the life within me.
'What' is my future.
I must learn not to be a slave to what is yet to happen,
for; although my 'now' can help shape it.
It is not like a road stretching out in front of me,
solid,
tangeable,
mapped out.
Nothing is mapped out
I have yet to discover it,
to form it,
to shape it.
No one's tomorrow is certain.
I must live in my 'now' and learn to enjoy what I have.
I must study all I see.
Look; then look again.
I must feel it,
smell it,
taste the world around me,
the world I have helped to create.
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