The rhythm of Life

That date

In the checkout lane at Dot Foods

The rip-off Calendar said Feb. 15.

My eyes lingered and my thoughts went to Jakob.

His death date

So many years ago.

Little did the grocery store clerk know

I was processing feelings

Experiencing some intense emotion

Just by seeing that date.

It was just an ordinary day for her.

Not for me.

I picked up my groceries and the pieces

Of my broken heart

and left.

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Karen Jones GowenApril 7, 2024 at 9:52 AM
This is so poignant and beautiful. And such a tender reminder that we have no idea what's going on with those we interact with, and to always be kind.
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When I told my dear mother in 2010 that I was starting a blog entitled: Making Scents of Life (name at the time) she said: "That's a tall order!" And indeed it is. My active, healthy mother of almost 94 years had suffered a massive stroke and all of the freedom and independence she so valued was gone. Just a few weeks before she died she told me, "Live life to the fullest."

So, I began posting different experiences I was having and feeling, but haven't done anything for awhile.

During this Covid crisis, I have had the desire to return to writing some poetry which I enjoyed during my college years and a bit afterwards. I figure it is never too late to start and so I'm back, sharing what I have written.

Thank you for stopping in to read a few of my attempts at creativity and I hope they might have meaning for you as well and inspire you to possibly write a poem or two yourself!! And if you aren't into poetry, just write down some musings of the beautiful story called your life.

If you don't who will?