Ours to Remember

 

The steady invisible workings of our bodies are mysteries, with only a sense that ‘something’s amiss’.  

Depending on a physician 

to begin a hunt for 

the misgivings we have, 

there are questions to ask

with answers that make 

no sense in the twinges of pain.

When we are home, 

far away from medical teams, 

we become 

who we are inside our homes. 

Without directions, 

we must believe in ourselves. 

without asking our spirit to pause, 

   to breath slowly and steadily, 

for that moment, 

that day and time 

is ours to remember 

the heart and soul 

that we have become: 

scars and all.

“The future gets no say in who we are.”

~ Buddy Wakefield, poet

Far Enough

 

If you look back far enough, 

you can see many trails. 

Haze in the distance clears 

when you see the red dress 

you wore when you were five, 

the old wooden sidewalks 

where you learned 

to ride a rusty tricycle, 

the dusty roads of town 

where you played 

Kick the Can in the summer, 

kids with bruised knees 

and play clothes, 

the smell of wheat fields 

on an cool evening. Those trails 

that took you past the ice rink 

to the school, the highway that 

took you into the city to be an adult. 

Rocks and bumps in those trails have 

taken you into your strengths today.

“Gaze steadfastly at things which, though 

far away, are yet present to the mind.”

~ Parmenides, philosopher

(Born 502 BC)

Little Ones

Entering life as it is, 

when tiny eyes open at birth, 

when that wee one stretches

 for the first time, 

when little lungs fill with air

 and their cry to this new life 

  fills the room, 

that is when these little ones 

 give their lives to us 

so they can become 

   who they will be.

“There is such a special sweetness 

in being able to participate in creation.

~ Pamela S. Nadav, RN, NP, author