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
