I posted parts of my last post of my Facebook as a note. A friend commented on the quote at the end and said it’s part of a poem. I didn’t know that! Here’s the poem, it’s like another little gift from my dad.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t mean security.And you begin to understand that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises.And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head held high and your eyes open,with the grace of an adult not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have ways of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much
so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.And you learn that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
and you learn and you learn…with every goodbye you learn.
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