Life has been mostly good
\nberries growing wild
\nand free to all
\nwho took the time to pick them.<\/p>\n
My childhood home had them
\nat the end of our dead-end street,
\njust a short bike ride
\nor childish adventure away.<\/p>\n
The first home of married life
\nin the nearest town to the
\nMilitary base. No berries there.
\nNot that I ever looked for any.<\/p>\n
The next home, where children
\nbecame abundant and grew strong
\nwith love and a garden, but no easy to find berries.
\nThe parents grew in different directions.<\/p>\n
More years of not finding berries
\nexcept at the roadside stands;
\nchildren grew into young adults.
\nDivorce did not hurt too much.<\/p>\n
A first grandchild, and a teaching degree,
\nand a budding compulsion to write.
\nSons and daughters became busier and wiser.
\nLife flowed in good directions.<\/p>\n
A fellow writer became more than a friend,
\nas I learned how many similarities existed
\nin my Catholicism and his Buddhism.
\nWriting and teaching filled the half-empty nest.<\/p>\n
Twenty years with a philosopher
\nwho seeks my opinion on many topics.
\nFlying through time till his health told us to slow down.
\nThere are berries to pick at the back of the lot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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