finally

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a vase i gave myself
years and years ago
sits next to
the glass nib
that my son gave me
years and years ago.

my daughter gave me
the inspiration candle
years and years ago.
it rests on a plate
that asks
“why not take responsibility or your greatness?”
a gift my friend laura gave me
years and years ago.

i found the two stones
said to enkindle creativity
on a nature walk i took
years and years ago.

my constant companion phoebe,
a gift our children gave us
years and years ago,
stations herself at the windows
to keep
trespassers and intruders
at bay.

the painting in the background
that makes me smile and remember
important things
is something my husband gave me
years and years ago.

today i started writing a book
i first imagined
years and years ago.

sometimes it just takes a while
for everything to come together.

or maybe i’m just a
late bloomer.

3 Comments

  1. Mrsmediocrity

    well, either way, you’re there now and that’s what matters. and i bet you’re going to turn out to be one red, red, rose.

  2. angela

    All five lilies in your photo, in various stages of bloom, are beautiful in potential and fruition. No one is late. You’re right on time. xo

  3. Sally G.

    Timing truly is everything. And when everything aligns, magic happens.

    Enjoy this process. Don’t worry about the end. Not yet. Right now, enjoy that all you have to do is Write Now.

    You are so inspiring.

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