sometimes days seemed wasted
years in the cities
sometimes decaying
with and without talent
but always a direction
but not always connected
patient at times sometimes falling
sometimes broke but never complete
but it was always paradise
now older sometimes wiser
it still is paradise
maybe really truly paradise
when your seventy and healthy
wonderful daughters
four great beautiful grandchildren
a wonderful caring partner
sharing glorious moments in the mountains
and loving her
it's all paradise
7 comments:
Your poem and photo reminded me of a weekend I spent with my cousins in the Rocky Mountains. Being with family, surrounded by so much natural beauty, looking down at clouds... paradise, indeed. Thanks for the memory jog.
- desert rat
my paradise poem: http://www.celticharper.com/blog/?p=618
You nailed what paradise becomes for many of us as we age. It's all so simple, really. Thank you for sharing this.
reflecting and turning back... and still paradise sings... now that is heaven...
Your poem speaks highly. To me it sings in so many ways. Simple treasures in life are often overlooked/misunderstood until we slow down and/or wise up. Breathtaking all around.
Paradise indeed - an idyllic scene and the people you love. Paradise is right where you are.
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