Sunday, August 5, 2012

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: I Wanted a Perfect Ending

The beautiful young woman on the right is my mother.
Now at age 79, she's on hospice due to Alzheimer's.


I wanted a perfect ending.

Now I've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme,

and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, nor end.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment

and making the most of it, without knowing what's to happen next.

**petra michelle**


Anonymous said...

My prayers are with you and your family at this trying time Petra.

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Thank you so very much, K.! :))