The Book of Life
slipped out of my hands
It fell to the floor and
opened to the chapter titled
Transitions
Captivated by
stories of change
I wept
as my trembling fingers
turned each page
Gone were
the days of innocence
Epic tales of good and evil
recorded my personal narrative
as my eyes scanned the story of my life
Detailed accounts of triumph and loss
marked by new life and
the release of long-lived anguish
reached my lips
as I read each word aloud
Bridging the gap
between days of youth
and an uncertain future
I was riveted by accounts of days
I sometimes wished were fiction
The account of one
who was both mother and child
Steadfast and strong
while praying on trembling knees
told my story
Reaching the end
of this chapter
I closed the book
Not quite ready
to turn the next page
Writing and Reflections 
most of us, in the earlier part of our journey have made choices that we may not make now that we have been knocked about a bit to our senses…that’s my story too reflected in your words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. I’m touched my poem spoke to you.
LikeLike