Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
This poem has lived on my mother’s bulletin board for an indeterminable amount of time. I’ve never noticed it, never read it, until today. And I’m not really sure what made me go over there and read it, but I did.
Comes the Dawn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning,
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts
And presents are not promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads
On today, because tomorrow’s ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have
A way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine
Burns, if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone else to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure,
That you really are strong,
And you really have worth.
And you learn, and learn…
With every goodbye – you learn.
Mom just told me she reads it almost everyday.