Sunday, December 30, 2018

As you are now, so once was I…

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I remember the days were longer then—
the skies bluer; the load lighter;
we held the future in our fingertips.
That was long ago,
    when time ran slow…

Now we’re status quo,
    go with the flow—
tripping along a perpetual loop
trying to eke out a living —
wondering where our innocence went.

I still can recall
    how we were going to change the world.

© Ginny Brannan 2018

Sunday, December 16, 2018

No Further Than My Own Backyard

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The manger on the mantle—
our family history time-lined
by the collected ornaments
gracing the Christmas tree;
greens and berries…
crafts from long ago
making their annual trip
up the stairs to shine for the holidays—
the warmth of grown children in the house,
the sound of my husband turning
the pages of his book;
his occasional sigh.

All of these things remind me
of how precious and fragile life is,
how very fleeting time can be—
I pause to absorb this moment,
to take a mental snapshot; a reminder
that the most important things
are right here, right now
…family, friends, all I hold dear,
    knowing I am loved.

 My heart is full
    and I am content.

© Ginny Brannan 2018

In the famed words of Dorothy Gale from somewhere in Kansas...
“If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with.”

Monday, December 10, 2018

Taken to Task

I wallow in this mindless space
with no time left to call my own;
no time to spare, no time to waste.
I wallow in this mindless space
all work, no play…while I bemoan
the day expires without a trace.
I wallow in this mindless space
with no time left to call my own.

© Ginny Brannan 2018