After a While…

 

 

You learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
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 your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman not the grief of a child.

 

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s grounds is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

 

After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your 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.
With every day and every good-bye and every hello
You learn…and learn…and learn

(Veronica Shoffstall)

 

1. Robbie Ann Juster Says:
   March 4th, 2014 at 4:35 am

   Joyce-
   Wonderful!
   The poem you have..after a while..i learned that at about 16..id love to come and see you.
   Idk if you take m.a. medica or Medicare..im physically not great. Liver failure.
   none of my brothers have spoken to me since dad died..
   Please let me know if we can meet.
   its been so long..and i still have things to do before i have to go.
   Mazel to Rachel..both your girls are wonderful! I love you! Pls let me know, Robbie

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