I am grateful for your constant and steady companionship.
I have not always felt that way about your many visits but as time goes by I’m growing to value them.
When you visit regularly I sometimes wish you away, but you know that I really do not mean it.
You bring me joy and sorrow. Rude shocks and pleasant surprises.
I would not have know the joy, if you had not brought me sorrow
I would not have known I was strong if you had not shaken me up.
I would not have known accomplishment if I had failed to accept the struggles you gave me.
Through it all, you gave me hope.
I am never alone because you hold on to me
I remember not to be complacent because you slap me in the face.
I am wise sometimes and welcome you with open arms
and sometimes forget that wisdom and just want a break.
I know you are good for me, as you make me grow,
and have learned over time to accept you as you are and go with the flow.
I appreciate your constancy and I’m not asking you to be any different from what you are.
But would it be so hard, to just give me a call now and then, and let me know you’re on your way to see me?
This post is the first of a pair of poems about a journey we all make and the way we struggle to cope when life decides we need to learn new skills. Make Hay When The Sun Shines Bright focuses on the second part of this journey. It’s a poem about sunshine and happiness.