Waiting, Margaret Mair, original art
Other people’s stories
Are not ours
And yet they touch
Our lives,
Sometimes gently
Rubbing up the shine,
Sometimes roughly
Grinding away
At our souls.
Other people’s stories
Are so often
Rooted in some
Very different
Place and time
Yet they sound
To our expectant ears
Much the same
As ours.
Other people’s stories
Weave through ours
Enlarging and enriching
And complicating.
Other people’s stories
Say that we
Are not alone
For here be others
Who dream
As we do.
Written by Margaret Mair
Picture, original art by Margaret Mair
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I like this, Margaret. Painting and poem both are nicely reflective.
Thank you, Cynthia. Reflective is a very apt description!
Such depth and beauty with the gentle wisdom of the connections that unite us.
Thank you, Carol!
Wonderful:)
Thank you, Kae. 😊
:)… I enjoyed the insightfulness of ur poems
And I had just been enjoying one of yours and planning to visit again.
🙂