Choice

 CHOICE

In a niche in a rock carved by the sea lies a

cradle of comfort, a haven for me.

Threatening tides roar with their spume of

salt spray while seductive waves rise only 

two feet away.

Danger abounds on this high windy place as

the lure of forever kisses my face.

Alone in a circle of stone, protected yet

wildly free, will I cling to the solid 

rock...or yield to the tempting sea?

by Alice Franzen Clemons Burt

from her book, Daydreams.

Again, I share my mother's poem with you.

Just like all poetry, it's meaning changes as we change.

This time of our pandemic is hard...very hard.

Today, I look at this poem as an encouragement by my mother to carry on.

To do the best I can.

Everything has changed...including this:

This morning I came down feeling like I had been run over by a truck.

PT yesterday was exhausting...Went to my peaceful sewing room with my breakfast and 

found this....Their music blaring, potato chips, sewing, helping each other.

Amazing..Amazing Grace.    

More hope from my mother:

CATERPILLAR

Caterpillar crawled up the garden wall

Looking around he saw nothing at all

He fell asleep in the shade of a tree

And dreamed of the butterfly he'd like to be

When he awoke, to his surprise, he had

Orange wings--and now he flies!!!

Strange when isolated, feeling friendless...that I can still

connect and get strength from my mother..through her books.

I love you Mom xo