Wednesday, May 9, 2007

One of my favorite poems

THE WIND
The Wind can take many forms.
Sometimes it blows into our lives in the shape of a puppy.
There are times, when young, that this Wind seems more like a tornado!
With time, the Wind mellows, and blows sweetly through years of our lives.
In later years, the Wind grows weaker.
It still has bursts of force, but it is gently becoming calm;
And sometimes, our friend, the Wind, needs our help to finally be still.
Then a cold wind blows through our heart.
This cold wind blows through us because our heart has a hole in it…
Where our beloved friend lived,
But now lives in our memory instead.Where does the Wind go?
And will it ever take form and blow our way again?Yes! I believe it will…if
We are aware and recognize it's new shape.
Our life is ever richer for having shared it with the "Wind".

"By Jackie Athon-Hodsdon, April 24, 1997"