In the midst of my years – standing on a spinning wheel.

With panoramas in glass circling slow.

Some for clearly viewing the vignettes of my life.

Some, only reflect what my mind wants to see.

And, some are one-sided, looking at me.

So many faces with names unremembered.

Sweet memories of little, joyful things

Things and moments – mostly private joys.

Things like chocolate pudding and favorite toys.

Memories of summer visits to family now gone.

Cousins & cows, “London Bridge” on the lawn.

My wheel makes a turn towards memories sad,

Grandparents, Uncles, friends and my Dad.

They all left their marks on my heart.

Each one fulfilling a part,

A part of the course of the rest of my years.

As the wheel turns, I find faith midst my fears,

And faith it will take to overcome and

Authentically be authentically me.