This Side Of, Poetic Bloomings

 From this Side of my Skin

 

I had a weird thought.

Weird for me.

 

I usually beat myself up

for all of the dumb things I’ve done,

or the smart things I haven’t done.

The failures, mistakes, and messes

for the past sixty-six years.

 

A thought came uninvited,

out of the blue,

“I am an amazing person.”

 

If I keep my eye on the positives,

like sorting out quarters

from a barrelful of change,

Yes, I am amazing!

 

The challenges I’ve faced,

the people I’ve cared for

and the ones who cared for me.

Getting to know God and His people.

My experiences and adventures.

My hobbies and talents.

My accomplishments

The jobs I’ve had.

My travels.

 

Being married to the same man

for forty-five years through thick and thin.

Raising and homeschooling our two kids.

Graduating from college at 59.

Writing millions of words, some published.

Writing a poem a day for over twenty years.

Yes, I’m pretty amazing!

 

But I look around at my husband, my kids,

my sisters, my friends, everyone.

All those stories!

They’re pretty amazing, too.