Monday, September 9, 2013

Life's Picture



                                               Our life is a picture we leave here on earth
                                               We start painting the day we are born
                                                In the end some may leave a canvas of worth
                                                While others are tattered and torn

                                                Childhood days are so carefree
                                                Makes the background so serene
                                                In youth we make strokes boldly
                                                That we wish would never be seen

                                                While growing up may cause shadows
                                                And it paints a darker part
                                                The picture may not always be a rose
                                                Lessons learned, it can be a work of art

                                               Raising children makes for beauty
                                               In each scene they have their own, little place
                                               The canvas becomes so bright and lively
                                               By the joy on each little face

                                               Often times children cause the painting
                                               To take a different direction and hue
                                               We must have patience and understanding
                                                For not every sky is always blue

                                                Hearts sometimes hurt and are broken
                                                To each viewer that imparts
                                                Emotions shattered, words unspoken
                                                Lay buried deep within our hearts

                                                But the Lord instilled a goodness
                                                In the hearts of all humankind
                                                His canvas of life is ageless
                                                To be remembered when left behind

                                                We paint our own path and destiny
                                                Whether it becomes colorful or gray
                                                With the help of his great mercy
                                                 The colors grow more vibrant each day

                                                 Then when our picture is completed
                                                 Blessed with long life, we can see
                                                 Although vague but never depleted
                                                 We shall know it was all meant to be

                                                  Copyright, 2013 Susie Swanson

The above picture is my Wave Petunias back earlier in the summer before all the rains came and they faded away. I've never seen the flowers fade as fast as they have this year. To much of a good thing some places , not enough in others. I've planted more Mums this year so maybe the yard will have some color for a while. 
Looking forward to Fall. Hope ya'll are enjoying some cooler days and nights like we are. God Bless.

17 comments:

  1. Yes Susie, I think that's one of the hardest things for a mother to do....let her children make their own decisions and learn from it, as we have a desire to protect. This poem is a simple reminder of that. I see my kids making good choices lately, and that makes mom very happy. I am wondering how many children you have, Susie? This is a very nice poem today.

    Have a happy week.

    Love,
    ~Sheri

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  2. Thank you Sheri. I Agree. That's the way mothers are. Yes i have one son and three grandchildren and one great grandson. So much joy. They grow up to fast.

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  3. Beautiful poem about our lives....I just want to be remembered as someone who made a difference ---at least a little bit!!!!!!

    Our flowers have done well here this year even though we had alot of rain also. BUT--recently, we just aren't getting any rain much at all---and we actually need some now. Crazy!!!

    Hugs,
    Betsy

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    1. Thank you Betsy. We've been dry to for the last week or so until today . It came a good shower. I've been enjoying the dry weather. Hope you get some rain soon. Your flowers are so beautiful.

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  4. What a beautiful poem, Susie. You have such a way with your words. Lovely photo of your flowers too. :)

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    1. Thank you Daisy. Love your poems so much too.

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  5. Food for thought on this one, Susie ~ sometimes I just hope it can be said of me, "She lived a quiet life."

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  6. This is an awesome poem, Susie. I love the methaphor of life being a painting. You've used beautiful imagery and this is very true. I also like your flower photo very much.

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  7. If by cooler you mean 94 instead of 99, then yes, I am enjoying cooler weather. LOL! I can feel Autumn in the air though, so I live in hope it will be here soon! I love this poem, it is so true to life.

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    1. Oh wow, you're in a heat wave for sure. Hope you cool off soon. Thank you.

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  8. Love this poem, I do hope I am painting a picture with my life that will have people feeling warm and fuzzy! Your Petunias were beautiful, all our flowers seemed to rot on the stem from so much rain...made me appreciate them each and every moment they were fresh and bright!

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    1. Thank you Lise. I do hope the same thing. It has been a bad year for the flowers and gardens.

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  9. What a beautiful painting of life you have brush stroked with your words

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