Saturdays used to mean
- naps
on the phone all day
yearning for the '65 Mustang
pictured on my wall
Beatles on the radio
- a free day after a chore or two
homework done
writing in my diary with a key
- rain or shine
Make the world go away
- please
Something was not right
they laughed at my pain
no one understood
crawled under covers
- cried body heaving
they could not identify
teen identity crisis
- rain and shine
Present day damp toweled hair
- mostly grey
Saturday still my favorite day
listening to PBS
my canvas's on the wall
offspring doing fine, going places
- poetry archived
transported to womanhood
advocate at heart
- rain or shine
Reflection of serenity
- fewer freckles
extra lines, less mobility
joints that ache yet
there's attractiveness
on a par modest, living more fully
- evolving
reassures the little girl
it will be all right
-rain or shine
Vulnerabilities never far
- but slipping away
material things matter less
new soft full drops of rain
spill upon the window pain
content knowing the doubt
- back then
was not in vain
the voyage so worth taking
- nevertheless
breathing in, out
is a miracle
- rain or shine
Self portrait http://dversepoets.com/
Wow, I really enjoyed that. A confession of your young and older self -- both still in touch with each other.
ReplyDeleteThere was a note of self-recognized justification that seemed healthy too.
A wonderful little window "pain" there - but no whining - and very good advice as well as a lovely self-portrait - there's something wonderfully intimate about using the Saturday as the lens - and the rain or shine brings up the unvarying aspect - even though, of course, there is change. A great sweetness here. k.
ReplyDeleteYou are a woman who has lived and despite the aches and pains the body has at it ages, you give the reader the impression that all is right in your world. You've been there, done that and, worn the T shirt, and now you don't sweat the small stuff anymore.
ReplyDeleteA truly lovely place to be and, a very lovely read.
A beautiful reflection ... loved it !!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing a little of yourself in your journey through life. I found second stanza really speaks to me.
ReplyDeletebreathing in and out a miracle..yes..it is and we take it for granted..i love your yes despite the difficulties that life has in store...good to have arrived at what sounds a peaceful place - a yes-place to me...
ReplyDeleteI really liked this look at yourself and nice to read that you are at a place of serenity in your life and though the vulnerabilities are not so far away things matter less and yes, that 'little girl' will be just fine rain or shine!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful reflection of you---I like how you repeated rain or shine ~ Things matter less as we grow older ~
ReplyDeleteThere is a real sense of peace and contemplation with the coming together of the effects of the rain with the window pain and the reflections over memories. This is superb poetry - the 4th stanza is an eclipse for me. It's a really nice piece of writing and a pleasure to have read. Pam x
ReplyDeleteIt's a reassuring element for both the little girl in you and the lady! I love the reassurance that to be extended 'rain or shine' as a sign of confidence! Nicely Kathy!
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Yeah no matter what comes due, it weaves and creates you. Breath in and out without a doubt.
ReplyDeleteadvocate at heart....smiles...i like...and life changes over time, i like saturdays...and this makes for a fine consideration of yourself and where life has brought you....cool piece...
ReplyDeleteYou sound very content and at peace with your lot in life. Good for you!
ReplyDelete.....the thing is, even though I've found solid ground, I am tired, and I know from observing friends older than myself..94 and 85 years old..that they deserve a lot of respect from me...which I have not earned as yet..thank you all for your nice comments ;)
ReplyDeleteEven when as my busiest as a teacher, I always kept Saturday free for fun and my son when he was a child. So I appreciate the thoughts of this poem.
ReplyDeleteI love Saturdays, and I love the words you have written here.
ReplyDeleteSo nicely done.
You brought us into your life, as gentle as a spring shower or filtered sunlight through the leaves - a sweet vulnerability emerges and the courage to see life through on its own terms, but taking Saturdays for yourself. Lovely and deft piece. I know you better. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThe ebb and flow of life mirrored in your smooth lines, full of acceptance and appreciation for what's truly valuable. A beautiful self-portrait.
ReplyDeleteI love how you've stretched a "then and now" into this piece Katy. Looking in on the self of youth as well as today.
ReplyDeletethis flows like honey. and I was captivated by your words that flow so beautifully. very nicely put. happy week to you Kathleen.
ReplyDeleteAn open, honest portrait... you moved through all the facets of your life with such appreciation. A lovely write!
ReplyDeleteI liked this a lot. You treated your younger self gently, and I enjoyed your bringing her into adulthood. I can tell you are still treating her gently, and that's a good thing. Our younger selves are always there with us, aren't they?
ReplyDeletelots of really neat things here. Fascinated with the way you utilized the - lines, where going through the entire piece and just looking at those, it tells an interesting abstract of its own. Really love the compare/contrast angle as well. Strong portrait. Thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this so easily. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWe are much alike, you and I. Love how expressed your growth, and your current state. Really enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteso warm and cozy. I'm dazzled by your ability to make your portrait with words. great work, truly inspiring :) xxo
ReplyDeleteGreat flow here and youth and aging. The voice you write with doesn't seem more than 30, I will admit to 40 that is it!
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