cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Engaging New World Yet Again

Sixty-four years ago I first commenced
Marched to regal music Pomp and Circumstance
Received high school diploma, adjusted my tassel
And was graduated. The beginning.

Four more years later another time
Marched outdoors on campus
Without Pomp and Circumstance
Received college diploma.

Life became serious.
Brought me independence and marriage
Motherhood of three babies. No diplomas or music
Recognition or sleep.

Years in the middle
Marched to my own drum beat
Weathered whatever my life set before me
Found goodness in living.

Long rich years have passed
I sense a commencement.
My body is slowing
While fine new gifts flourish.

If there is marching I’ll get out my cane
Wear purple and celebrate all that I’ve learned
Applauding the music of birds and the rain.
I don’t need a diploma.

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Wings

Once I flew on shiny wings of steel
Wings that bore me far away
To continents and countries new
To places where my heart was intertwined
With people and a life I learned to treasure dear.

Today I fold those steely wings and rest
My tired body bids farewell to travel days
Gently lifting new wings bear me home
To see beauty in the life that welcomes me
And joy in my beloved family.

Spring came the week I was away
Green leaves and flowers everywhere
Sound of birdsong in the early morn
Mind and my imagining are free to roam
Precious new wings expand my universe.

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Metamorphosis

I’m back after a good week in Mexico with my sister and brother-in-law, who are delightful traveling companions. The resort was all I thought, another home for me. And I realize it is time to say goodbye. Being there occasioned an existential experience which was a surprise. I’m truly one of the oldest generation. I’m OK with that. When my energy is restored I want to write about it. For now I am grateful to be home, period.

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