When time gently wraps the gray lace of life over my mellowed mind, please remind me:
I once was a towheaded little girl playing with dolls for hours on end. I found comfort in my mother’s sweet scent and my father’s gentle hugs. My dream was to marry the most handsome boy with long sandy hair. I spent the months of glorious summer weather outdoors in the neighborhood filled with voices of children riding bikes, climbing trees, and playing ball into the twilight hours. I loved the way the morning rain glistened the asphalt and how it tickled my toes as I stomped through every available puddle. My world was fulfilled.
I once was a shy schoolgirl with no worries. I found comfort in the cozy fragrance of my home. My dream was to explore the world. I spent days reading books, staying up far later than is sensible because I simply had to discover what will happen next. I loved hearing the rain play a little lullaby song on my roof as I was drifting into sleep. My world was fulfilled.
I once was a skinny teenager etching my deepest secrets about a boy on the journal’s soft sheets. I found comfort in his loving arms. I thought I was living my dream. I believed to have discovered the meaning of life and that no harm can come to me. I spent hours holding his hand. He could see my heart and soul through my eyes. I loved the feeling of rain on my fingertips as we walked hand in hand under a tree shadowed alley. My world was fulfilled.
I once was a new mother gazing at my newborn full of awe and wonder that such a little bundle of perfection is all mine. I found comfort in her unconditional love. My dream was to secure a great future and give her the universe. I spent days watching her angel face and nights listening to her peaceful breathing. I loved when rain painted colors of the rainbow across the sky. My world was purposeful.
I once was looking death in the eye standing in front of the enemy’s rifle gun defending my brother’s honor. I found no comfort. My dream was freedom. I spent every minute fearing for our lives, trying to find hope and escape. I matured in a way that no one ever should. I wished for rain to wash away my sorrow, take away my pain. My world was crumbled.
I once was a strong, independent woman defeating hardships. I found comfort in God. My dream was to live by His grace accepting that life doesn’t give you what you want but what you need. I spent years making my good better and my better best. I was proud of what I’ve accomplished. I loved the smell of fresh rain and walking along the misty path that makes everything seem so magical. My world was hopeful.
I once was a contented empty-nester on the wrong side of forty. I found comfort in loving and being loved. My dream came true. I spent time with my family privileged and blessed to be called a daughter, mother, wife and grandmother. I loved to watch droplets of rain trickling freely down my window pane in little rivulets, only stopping for a few frozen seconds as if mapping out their next move. It reminded me of the course of my being. My world was fulfilled.
When time gently wraps the gray lace of life over my mellowed mind, please remind me…
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