Posted by: Ron DuBour | September 5, 2017





As I sit in the cool of the evening
Enjoying the breeze, my mind
races back through a thousand years

Yesterdays I try to recall lost in
the sands of time

Tracing things that could have been
should have been, would have been
but was not.Never will be. Now I
must face the reality before me

I must speak to my heart as a mother
gently guiding her child. The truth
must be told. She must understand
her purpose here

In this journey, we cannot have
everything we want. Often we want
in vain.We must except what is given
move forward

Sometimes it is painfull for a heart
to remain open. Inviting many
strangers to take up residence
occupy space not intended for them

The time has come for you to look
away, close your door for the winter
season is approaching. Soon the skies
will become cloudy and gray. A chill
will fill the air. The day becomes

Lock your door tightly now, toss the
key into the bottom of the ocean
Wrap yourself in a warm cozy blanket of
protection. Go to sleep, sleep well
my baby. Spring will arrive again.

(c) copyright heather burns

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