Saturday, April 09, 2005
For the soul
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
And after a while, you learn
So you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn
With every goodbye, you learn.
"Learn With Every Goodbye" is one of my favorite poems as well. A friend sent it to me in a card when I graduated from high school. I've saved it, and often re-read it since then.
I think the poem speaks a lot about growing up, maturing and coming into your own. I like how it shows different portions of growth happening at different times. My friend who gave me the card said she included the poem because it reminded her of me. I took that as a great compliment! Even ten years later, I feel that I'm still learning the lessons mentioned in the poem.
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