Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 #279 – Finding Out About Yourself
As we continue on down life’s trail, we reach further into the unknown. We do not know what will happen, or when, or how. We do know the here. We know the now. And we also know the things that got us to this point. Somewhere along the line we’ve learned things about ourselves that we maybe never expected. What is one thing that you found out about yourself on this journey that has sort of surprised you or changed you? Write it in your poem.
As a child I felt
I was my own unique
self. In teenage years
I decided I was not
remotely like either
parent, and thankful.
Now, in my Winter,
strange sentences come
out of my mouth. They
sound so familiar.
They are. I use all
the words my father made up
for things. Critiques
of old films mom and I watched,
I agree with. I look
at a person of considerable
age with perfectly sculpted
features, and tight, smooth
skin, and I hear my mother’s
voice, “Well, she had work done.”
