Written for: Friday Writings #44 - To Err Is Human
"For this week’s optional prompt, I invite you to write about a time when we realized we were wrong about something, and what we did after the realization hit us."
Sometimes signs flash
past us too quickly
to take notice.
Moving does not
make life better.
shoveling snow, cold
weather, hating New York–
I could not bear
the talk, talk, talk
any longer. I was happy
with my home, but
never one to contemplate,
I agreed to relocate
across the country. He
I chose to ignore them.
After the move, changes
in behavior forced me to look.
All friends and family
were in New York. I needed
support, and finally made
that tough decision to
pack up and move back.
Turns out he was glad.
Although I had to do
all the packing,
and arrangements, I knew
it was for the best.
These last five years
have brought chaos,
fear, and many tears.
I am home. My sister
is here. Life remains
an unsolved puzzle.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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Hmmm, I guess that”s what life is really, no matter one’s particular circumstances at any time. Still seems better not to have stayed with him.
Well, we came back here together, but now he has dementia, and things have been quite difficult.
Oh, that kind of ‘changes in behaviour’. I’m sorry to hear it. I know what that is like.
Sara, you have described a situation sadly familiar to many I would imagine. In your safe place now … I wish you peace.
And peace is all I desire now. Thanks, Helen.
I hope you are getting all the support you need.
At least one puzzle was solved, and knowing the answer brought you back to where you felt most at home.
Yes, that is a big puzzle piece.
Proving that a person’s real home can be anywhere, even in New York 🙂
And the mistake is leaving home in the first place. Some people don’t seem to care where they are. Others do.
Absolutely right, Priscilla! I am one of those who cares but never seems to get it right.
Family and friends do make a home – I moved back to a place with loooong winters. 🙂
Family and friends will warm you up.
Happy you are in a place of support. That is very important to our wellbeing
Have a nice week
Thank you, Gillena. Enjoy your week!💜💜
I think, you have at least solved a bit of the puzzle. And you are back in a familiar place.
Familiar and family are what I cling to.
Unsolved, but still able to be solved
Love your poem.