Notes to Self

Perk up!
So the path behind is longer
than the trail ahead.
Wild flowers still bloom,
ready for picking along the way.

No more reins to white knuckle.
The children are loose
reining in their own foals,
galloping in fields you planted,
tended many years ago.

Embrace your lover joyfully
as days and weeks slip by.
Love more deeply, gently, surely.
Expect to share the morrow gladly
as you kiss the night goodbye.

Beautiful-Elderly-Couple-Hugging

Written fordVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where Frank is tending bar, asking us to write a soliloquy poem today.  Photo from Pixabay.com

22 thoughts on “Notes to Self

  1. Frank Hubeny January 16, 2020 / 4:50 pm

    Very nice lines and good advice for anyone at any age: “Embrace your lover joyfully
    as days and weeks slip by.”

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    • lillian January 16, 2020 / 5:21 pm

      I find myself contemplating aging lately…..I guess it’s mh age! 🙂

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  2. msjadeli January 16, 2020 / 5:04 pm

    Wonderful pep talk to one’s self. Letting go of the reins for the kids is a tremendous blessing for anyone with children.

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    • lillian January 16, 2020 / 5:21 pm

      Oh yes…..understanding our children are the parents now to their children. 🙂

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  3. Glenn A. Buttkus January 16, 2020 / 5:20 pm

    For many of us, your soliloquy falls on us like a warm sweet embrace. As poets and spouses and Winter travelers, we shout hurrah and thank-you.

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    • lillian January 16, 2020 / 5:22 pm

      Glad you enjoyed, Glenn. I find myself considering the aging process as a privilege these days. 🙂

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  4. Karen January 16, 2020 / 6:58 pm

    Very nice!

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  5. revivedwriter January 16, 2020 / 8:01 pm

    I like this poem about continuing to enjoy life, no matter how much is behind or ahead.

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  6. rivrvlogr January 16, 2020 / 10:43 pm

    You have some lovely metaphors here, Lillian.

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  7. rothpoetry January 16, 2020 / 10:47 pm

    Your contemplation on the short end of the trail is thought provoking.
    Expect to share the morrow gladly
    as you kiss the night goodbye.

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  8. kim881 January 17, 2020 / 3:48 am

    I love your notes to self – I’m always writing them and have a Filofax full of them! I love that yours are more pep talks than reminders. I especially enjoyed the lines:
    ‘The children are loose
    reining in their own foals’
    and
    ‘Expect to share the morrow gladly
    as you kiss the night goodbye.’
    I agree with Glenn that your soliloquy falls on us like a warm sweet embrace.

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  9. whippetwisdom January 17, 2020 / 5:14 am

    So beautifully penned Lillian, I love the idea of your grandchildren as ‘foals galloping in fields you planted’ 💜 xxx

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  10. Beverly Crawford January 17, 2020 / 11:55 am

    What a lovely word picture of a long and happy marriage. What a blessing!

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  11. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) January 17, 2020 / 4:34 pm

    These are great reminders… especially when you sit and look back and wonder how much that is left to do.

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  12. Carol J Forrester January 17, 2020 / 4:34 pm

    The candid tone in this works so well, it really invites the reader in. I really enjoyed reading.

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  13. lynn__ January 17, 2020 / 6:41 pm

    Wonderful perspective, Lillian, on aging well!

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  14. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar January 17, 2020 / 8:59 pm

    “love more deeply”. I adore this poem!

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  15. sarahsouthwest February 3, 2020 / 3:07 pm

    That’s so lovely! I particularly liked the idea of our children tending their own foals in the fields we have planted. That’s such a beautiful image.

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