Wednesday, January 2, 2013

My Life

my life is a poem
I go from line to line
never knowing
what to expect
or what bumps
are in the road

and yet,
 there is beauty
hidden between the letters,
buried in the lines.

like a flower starting to unfurl,
it surprises me 
in so many ways
and little hints of beauty.

from the simplest daisy
to the most complex of roses
even an occasional weed,
it's all beauty.

and my garden
never  ceases  
to amaze me.

3 comments:

  1. Love it Becky! You are amazing!

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  2. I'm sorry I'm so slow to go to your blog-spot. I love your metaphor of your life being a poem with flowers (even beautiful weeds) between the lines. I think we all need to recognize the beauty everywhere in life--even among the weeds.
    Love to you, poet granddaughter!

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