The Journey

[Rhonda]

The Journey



I carried you for nine long months,

Wondering if you had fingers and toes,

Worried about each day and the future,

How quickly tomorrow comes and goes.



Soon the day came for you to arrive,

You were perfect from head to toe,

I worried about germs and strangers,

As I watched you learn and grow.



Each day was a journey in itself,

A learning experience, a chance,

An uncharted course that was often,

Nothing more than circumstance.



The time came for you to soar,

Leaving the comfort of the family nest,

I knew that I had taught you well,

Still I worried about the daily test.



I held dreams for your future,

They were never your own,

You took a path I never saw,

Forging onward, often alone.



I worried about your choices,

You worried about my age,

Life must come full circle,

Finish the story, turn the page.



Life is always a journey,

We worry about starting the trip,

Worry about making it home,

Worry about any unfortunate slip.



Around and around we go,

Full circle, my life and yours,

Why don't we just reach for the stars,

Forgetting trivial worries and chores,

Just for today.





©Dianna Doles Petry

8/12/2007