Turning Pages
Turning Pages …
I turned the page and saw,
that there was so much more –
more to what was expected of me.
More to what I needed to do,
I turned the page and saw,
that my dreams were still not complete,
I had not caught that golden ring
and my ship had still not come in.
So much more that I want to see,
so much more I want to do,
places to travel
and adventures to seek.
I turned the page and saw the writing,
spanning over the years,
things I want and things I planned –
never time to finish them all.
As time flows along,
the pages just keep filling,
I know that someday,
I will start tearing them out one by one,
as I set out to accomplish,
that which I need to do –
as my dreams start coming true.
Having the strength,
to re-cross many bridges,
finding the way back –
to the brighter days, I remember.
Some say you cannot go home anymore,
but home is where the heart is,
Home is that place,
where you can see the shadows of yesteryear
and know that loving spirits watch over you.
Home is a memory,
that is stored deep in the heart,
that one place that always made you smile
and will welcome you once more.
Someday, somehow,
hopefully soon,
I’ll start pasting in pictures,
which show my heart’s desire,
so I can never forget,
to keep filling the pages,
until I have done it all
and my life is as I want it to be,
my future a bright shining star –
glowing far in the night.
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Yes, home is where the heart is and those memories are so very special. Lovely verse, Rasma.
Thank you, Phyllis.
Nicely emoted Rasma, we often face the fact that so many of our intentions in life have been lost, as life happens. Yet we must appreciated what we have and have done, living the best way we can and in gratitude for all we’ve been afforded. Lovely work.
Thank you, Tony.