Poetic Thoughts on a Wednesday

There was a time . . . 

There was a time I'd never held my grand baby

Smelt her fresh baby scent

Seen her beautiful smile

There was a time I was much thinner

I never worried about what I ate

I could wear anything I wanted to

There was a time I thought Yoga was silly

I had never held a pose

I had never stepped onto a mat

There was a time I was never creative

I didn't hold a paintbrush in my hand

I didn't create a beautiful work of art

There was a time when my parents weren't ill

When I didn't know the horror of Cancer

I didn't walk down the Dementia roadway

There was a time when Poetry meant nothing to me

It was something that was studied in school

It was something that others pursued

Yet here I stand experiencing the New

Growing and Learning at every corner

Preparing for my next

(Poem prompt inspired by Jonathan Fields)

Written 3-6-2014