Laura's Poems
The Four Seasons Of Life
Our journey on earth is compiled of four seasons,
spring, summer, fall and winter. Life is only loaned to us, and as with everything
borrowed, must someday be returned. We are only here for a short stay, and have many
purposes to fullfill, we must contend with pain, in order to attain peace. We must accept
tribulations, if we are to reach success. We must also shed many tears if we are to share
laughter. We have many, many lessons to learn while we are here, and may not take our
leave of this world, until we have learned them all. Therefore it is important to place
great emphasis on each and every moments of our life.
Quote... for we may never pass
this way again...Unquote.
You have just closed a chapter on one of the
greatest season of your life. The spring season, where everything grows fresh and new.
When lilacs slowly begin to blossom and the maple and oak trees commence to introduce new
leaves. When a robin chirps happily, as she flutters to and fro, busily preparing her
nest. The spring of your years is a time to bring life into the world. It is a time when
we are born, and presented to the world. A time to grow from infancy, and slowly discover
ourself. A time for school, relating with other children, learning and alot of
frustrations. A time when you cling securely to your stuffed animals for added comfort and
love. A time for puberty and sharing new experiences. A time when you are transformed
(like a simple caterpillar) into a lovely butterfly in the process of a metamorphosis.
Then the magical day arrives when you receive your first kiss, and suddenly feel as though
you were walking on winged feet. When you experience various teenage crushes, and fall in
love with thoughts of love. When life is simple and sweet. Then life takes you on a
different path when you fall head over heels in love, and feel as though the world has
stopped revolving, when you imagine yourself standing on tiptoe and touching a rainbow, or
plucking the stars from the heavens. When you stand with baited breath, and rapid
heartbeat, anxiously awaiting your sweet love, walking swiftly towards you, as you unite
and merge as one. You find yourself overcome by pleasure intermingled with melancholy, as
you suddenly realize the sweet sweet loss of innocence. Pledging your love to God, and the
Universe, you go forth to produce.
Play with me
Laugh with me
Bond with me
Leave me never!
You are now entering the summer season of your
life. A very special time when everything is in full bloom. The trees and flowers proudly
display all their beauty and elegance, and everyone seems so carefree. A time also for
unexpected cloudburst, and thunderstorms, often times followed by a colorful rainbow. When
fresh fallen rain mingled with the gentle the gentle fragrance of flowers, in conjunction
with the sweet scent of newly mowed grass, forms a pungunt aroma that fills the air with
sheer delight. This seems to be the longest season. Yet it slips quickly by, and is soon
intervened by fall. These are the meaningful reproductive years.
You are now imbued with the magical sweetness of life growing slowly within you.
"Flesh of your flesh, heart of your heart." You gasp with awe and amazement when
you feel your infant's first gentle movement, like the flutter of a butterfly's wings.
Later, as you see your body expanding and become suddenly seized by a distinctive kick,
you quickly reach out for your husband's hand to share and savor in this special moment.
Your face flushed with rosy glow, and you feel satiated and content, knowing your baby's
heart is beating calmy, safe, and secure, beneath your very own. Then the blessed day
arrives when your baby is ready to greet the world. A time when the greatest bonding
between a mother and child occor. You are now filled with many mixed emotions.
Anticipation, Apprehension, and a certain amount of Fear, as you and your infant struggle
together to safely bring forth precious life. As you lie back, and lovingly look down upon
your child's sweet cherub face. You are completely overwhelmed with more love than you
ever thought possible, as your eyes close, you realize birth really is a miracle. With a
long sigh of relief, you allow your mind to wander, as you recall this heartwarming Quote.
" Babies are bits of stardust
Blown from the hand of God
Lucky is the woman who has
Felt the pangs of birth,
For she has held a star" ..
Unquote
Next you enter upon the fall season of your life,
when the leaves drift profusely to the ground, and you greatly admire their colorful hues.
A time when farmers gather their crops, and reap the rich rewards of their labor a time
for roasting marshmallows by a roaring bonfire, while the flickering flames flush your
cheeks with a warming glow. That spreads over your entire body, and makes you tingle in
the crisp autumn air. You look up with wonder at an amazing beautiful harvest moon, full,
so perfectly rounded, in all its splendor, slightly misted by a passing cloud, creating a
smoky illusion. This is a satisfying season for you. It is a time to reflect on what you
have reaped from your life. If you have sowed your seeds properly, and nutured them
lovingly you should culminate with tremendous pride and satisfaction. This season also
brings forth a bit of nostalgia, as you reminisce about days gone by, your present
surroundings, and your grandchildren. You choose to become reaquainted, and renew your
wedding vows, as you blissfully repledge your love to each other. It may not abound with
the same wild recklessness of youth, but may perhaps be even more beautiful. As a tasty
wine mellows with age, so has your love, at this point and time in your life you are more
attuned to one anothers needs above, and beyond, anything, or anyone else on earth. Your
minds blend together in total embody, as you become invincible.
Quote ...
"Take my hand and
Grow old with me
My darling, the best
Is yet to come"
..Unquote
Quote
"We had a time to live
We had a time to laugh
We had a time to love
We had time to cry
and lastly ......
We have a time to die"
.....Unquote
I wonder ......
Is winter truly the season to end all seasons???
Written by:
Laura Smith
01/15/1991
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