After A While

The following poem is a reflective statement of a much deeper self-discovery for everyone who reads it.

Written By Veronica A. Shoffstall

After A While
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 learn that kisses aren’t contracts.
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With the grace of God, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight
And 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 learn…
And with every goodbye, you learn.

My Mother, My Teacher

I want to start out saying this blog would not be possible without my mother’s help; she is 66 years young and I am, well a lot younger. If anyone is reading this and thinks they are too old to learn, the beginning of this blog is testimony to the contrary. I thought I had my blog up and going but I mistakenly erased the whole thing, I should have asked my mother before I thought I knew what I was doing.