Kara’s birthday poem
I should have posted this at the end of March, when it was Kara’s birthday.
Where should I start,
And how do I begin?
There are stories in all of us
That want to be told.
This is what history is.
One day, you too will be old,
With a million stories to share,
And more, with those who will want
To listen; children, children’s children,
Write them now already,
All those fears, mistakes, and joys,
Those happinesses and hopes, tears,
Until you think there are no more
Words in the world.
And then you will find some more,
For words are eternal,
As are you.
S.E19th April 2013 at 14:57
Love this. Beautiful
Sandie9th September 2013 at 17:42
Lovely. And not only are words eternal but the stories of those gone are present in us all, and our stories will live eternal too, in others yet to come.