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.
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.
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Love,
~Sheri
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.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem about our lives....I just want to be remembered as someone who made a difference ---at least a little bit!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteOur 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
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.
DeleteWhat a beautiful poem, Susie. You have such a way with your words. Lovely photo of your flowers too. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Daisy. Love your poems so much too.
DeleteFood for thought on this one, Susie ~ sometimes I just hope it can be said of me, "She lived a quiet life."
ReplyDeleteThank you Charlotte. I'm sure it will.
DeleteJust beautiful Susie!
ReplyDeleteThank you Beth.
DeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Brenda.
DeleteIf 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.
ReplyDeleteOh wow, you're in a heat wave for sure. Hope you cool off soon. Thank you.
DeleteLove 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!
ReplyDeleteThank you Lise. I do hope the same thing. It has been a bad year for the flowers and gardens.
DeleteWhat a beautiful painting of life you have brush stroked with your words
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