Susan Patterson- an old, but favorite picture. As I See It
I am just a little girl from a small town near the woods.
Born of parents who adored me,
but who moved too often for my tolerance.
Their adoration, surprisingly not embraced
by the rest of the world, only carried me so far.
Though they found me, they never found themselves.
My father, leaving this earth at the right time, left far too soon.
And my mother, never finding her peace and prosperity,
left too for the higher plain.
I am woman who toiled because I was taught to do so.
Working kept me whole and tore me asunder. I was envied and pitied.
There were the mean spirited and evil, gracious and good.
I mothered with pain, but the responsibility of joy held me.
I married with strife and waited for peace.
In all, battles begged for understanding.
Then future, carried by angels, came without fanfare.
It brought the sweetness of a havened life and
my cherished and kind love.
I am a woman who has been blessed with many good friends,
with men who have loved me and with beauty that has surrounded me.
I am a woman whose strength and style and grace
has impressed many and fooled most of the same.
I am a woman aging with effort, slowing with care,
still trying to cipher the points; where to go, what to be,
and in that paradox, content where I am. It is enough.
Susan Patterson
I am just a little girl from a small town near the woods.
Born of parents who adored me,
but who moved too often for my tolerance.
Their adoration, surprisingly not embraced
by the rest of the world, only carried me so far.
Though they found me, they never found themselves.
My father, leaving this earth at the right time, left far too soon.
And my mother, never finding her peace and prosperity,
left too for the higher plain.
I am woman who toiled because I was taught to do so.
Working kept me whole and tore me asunder. I was envied and pitied.
There were the mean spirited and evil, gracious and good.
I mothered with pain, but the responsibility of joy held me.
I married with strife and waited for peace.
In all, battles begged for understanding.
Then future, carried by angels, came without fanfare.
It brought the sweetness of a havened life and
my cherished and kind love.
I am a woman who has been blessed with many good friends,
with men who have loved me and with beauty that has surrounded me.
I am a woman whose strength and style and grace
has impressed many and fooled most of the same.
I am a woman aging with effort, slowing with care,
still trying to cipher the points; where to go, what to be,
and in that paradox, content where I am. It is enough.
Susan Patterson
Audio of As I See It:
Discussion:
This is an autobiographical poem. It is my birthday today. Indulge me. Suffice it to say, I will not be explaining too much of the poem. Most of it is personal. You will notice, however, that it is a story of innocence, struggle and then to a life that is sweetened by relief and contentment. But, you know, it might not be only my biography. It could be yours too. After the battles, after the mean spirited, peace can come. Sometimes it can be a choice. skp
🌐 Let the best of the calendar be the compass for your time travels. 🌐 Earlene Grey
My cherished and kind love, James, in Portland, Oregon.
Dear Causerie Aficionados,
Thank you so very much for reading my blog. Thank you for your comments and emails. I am absolutely thrilled that my poetry speaks to you. May our paths continue to cross through the written word but, more so, in person every now and then. skp
À biéntô.
Thank you so very much for reading my blog. Thank you for your comments and emails. I am absolutely thrilled that my poetry speaks to you. May our paths continue to cross through the written word but, more so, in person every now and then. skp
À biéntô.
Spring flowers to enjoy.
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