Airborne
Way back in our salad years,
our endings were all sealed with tears
as each successive love affair
popped like a bubble into air.
Now that we’ve earned our seasoning,
more endings end in reasoning.
We understand that all things end
as lover, father, daughter, friend
begins to go the way of all
who stumble, falter, fade and fall.
It is the fate that’s given us,
with all our stories ending thus.
Accomplishments, possessions, love
are like the fingers of a glove
that, when all our work is done
peel off each finger, one by one.
Empty-handed, we leave this life–––
its pleasures, loving, stress and strife––
to join the welcoming arms of air.
To discover what awaits us there.
This morning, I awoke to the line, “Way back in our salad years,” running through my mind. The next lines occurred as I let the dogs out and stumbled back to bed. I completed the poem before I looked at the daily prompt, and although it doesn’t meet the exact prompt, it seems to go along with the title of “Builds Character,” so here it is! https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/it-builds-character/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I’ve heard that ‘love’ comes with us when we leave this life. Interesting imagery of peeling off each finger of a glove. Wonderful poem, Judy.
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Thanks, Olga. I did write it very early this morning and somehow it didn’t post…Found it when I got home from a day of errands.
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Always such a treat to read your writing! 🙂
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Lief has gotten so much easier to enjoy as I realized that as all things begin, so all things end.
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I think you could set that top music … minor key … folk song. Perhaps accompanied on a dulcimer.
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I had a look and yes, I think it could be set to music…but I have no talents in that area. Perhaps someone reading this will offer to do so!!!
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