Out of the primordial cosmos we are
steeped and grown in mother's womb
released into people's arms, held close,
with innocence, then instantly bloom.
Watching intently with our minds-eye
we learned we are loved more when we cry,
toddling upward we move closer to the sky.
As more years came, more years went by.
The college scene brought people to toast
As young lasses and lads bring on love and doom
Until we found the one who, we just know, we will love most.
We dated and lived large, perhaps, as a bride and groom.
We wrestled with careers, mortgages, and diapers not dry,
watching, hearing, surviving the terrible two's questions why,
as the teenagers' woes began to churn and make them and us cry.
Until they soon leave our nests and begin to solo, fly.
So, retired now, with wise counsel, we are careful not to quarrel,
as we watch our children's children being carefully groomed.
We do joyously acknowledge we have no regrets or no sorrows,
because in this life, we have partaken our share and fully consumed.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem, short piece of fiction, or an essay about your philosophy of life. No more than 1000 words. |
Author Notes
From the cosmos, through the womb, into life with all of its stages never rehearsed just lived.
thanks for the use of, "Threads of Life" by jgrace on FanArtReview.com
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