Beside the pond behind our home,
I watch the skipping of the stones;
of memories past where children roamed.
The last has flown, the last has flown.
Beneath the cedar tree I rest,
I miss the ventures of my nest.
Though some were trials and some were stressed,
The Lord still blessed, the Lord still blessed.
I reminisce of times gone by.
Did I do well, and wonder why
some mothering times had me cry.
I breathe a sigh, I breathe a sigh.
Then grandkids come, relieve the pain,
with joys anew my peace maintains.
Though many troubles still may rain,
Our hope sustains, our hope sustains.
Now our children come find their way,
back to our home they need to say:
Work is hard to find, can we stay?
It´s time to pray, it’s time to pray.
I push by glasses off and on
rubbing my brow, keeping the calm.
I rest my head inside my palm.
and breathe a psalm, and breathe a psalm.
Authors notes: A monoletra multi stanza poem in tetrameter.
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