A wandering heart
isn’t always lost….
but on a journey, searching
of things yet to be seen, heard, experiences
that are yet to happen.
Knowing not to rush past moments
Letting them unfold in their own
time.
After all some things are really worth the wait
Why let yourself be broken hearted?
Everything has a time and a season
Like the beauty of a butterfly
Seasons come and go
some sooner than we would like
others lasting longer than we’d hoped.
Memories somehow frozen in time
parcels, gifts that we hold dear,
Bringing smiles of joy
even things that
are sad make me thankful for the time we had
Back when I was a kid
and you’d say
“Do I know you?”
In all seriousness,
When I knew you were joking
of summer days picking blackcurrants
and you’d tell me stories of long ago.
I loved getting rides in the
wheelbarrow
down the lane.
Then we filled it with leaves
and added them to the fire.
By Carole Farish. March 2012.
Sometimes I like to write. 