All the things I could be
All my choices from life that tree
Pick a plum and see
I reached yes I did
I picked the fruit
But it withered and turned to dust
Yet I picked again never doubting a minute
It shriveled once more
Undaunted I chose
Again and again
My tree of life bloomed
More opportunity to choose
Here I am
It’s Autumn for me that age
My heart carries on still young
Yet life still blooms
I pick another plum
Will this be the one?
Though some weren’t for me
With this one we’ll see
Through struggle sometimes pain
What’s left in store
Do I remember good times, you bet. A new grandson’s on the way and the First I’ve witnessed becoming a miniature person. It’s not over yet and always a wonder to me, like watching a flower in slow motion, to see.
Sorry there aren’t other events. Having been ‘cloistered’ granny-nanny until recently I hadn’t gotten to traveling anywhere noteworthy, but I’ve seen some good movies, went Christmas shopping online, bought a bottle of Prosecco to toast the new year after I tuck my grandson in and utilize what remains in a mimosa, straight juice for him, for January 1st’s brunch.
The Prompt: “…think about your past year… Remember a good time, experience, meeting or event and share it in 100 words.”
“93, almost a century but it’s still me.” She stood facing herself in the mirror in her comfy sweats and over-sized shirt. “Always loved men’s flannels – like wearing soft protective arms.” Never had she known such arms yet she was still a believer. “Ben’d said his most productive years were his 90s. It could still happen.”
She gave herself the once over, hair pure white now. “Take that Storm! Hmm, could I really wear that? I used to.”
Sweats and shirt dropped to the floor. On went the jeans and deep v’d blouse. “Hell yeah.” She grabbed her fringed Gucci bag and headed out.
The prompt this week is:
…could I really wear that …