Back and Forth
Sometimes I lean toward the field
Jovial grasses invite me to abandon the chase
grasp grassy terrain, drink in the scent
of lilac, honeysuckle; witness the
fluid flit of hummingbirds
Yet there is a rough road to pave
Sturdy construction of countless lives
Lunch-houred, launched, propelled into
the known now and
the uncertain future
© 2014 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
OK, somehow, I found my way back to the Sunday Whirl, and so glad I found this group of words: Lean, Field, Paving, Terrain, Jovial, Sturdy, Launch, Propel, Countless, Scent, Chase, and Fluid. The list seemed to divvy up the two worlds of my years as a single mother… lollygagging in a field with Riley (not often enough) and chasing the almighty buck so my girl could have endless luxury… such as jeans, T-shirts, and a new lunchbox every fall! Peace, Amy
Susie Clevenger at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, my April Poem-a-Day hangout, asked simply for poems of encouragement. Who deserves more encouragement than a brilliant, beautiful daughter as she prepares to graduate college? This is also at Poets United, a source of endless encouragement for me. Peace, Amy
For My Daughter As She Enters The Real World
All these will be moments in
your timeline; some will leave
scars – but those heal with time.
Others will transcend reality with
luminous grandeur, majesty.
Some moments will simply be.
Hold onto patience. Be kind
to fools, for they know not.
Most of all, be patient with yourself.
Be mindful in all you do.
Remember that, no matter what,
there is love even in
crevices of broken bones or
wedged in the cracks of
distortion’s thin places.
There is peace in silence.
There is beauty waiting for
you to bring it into being.
There is God in everything,
© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil