The day of celebrating Mom's 87th birthday arrived. Here with a few grandchildren.
The Moment Comes
9/18/10
While in throes of challenge
between what was, and future,
there is doubt of latter,
afraid present turmoil will persist
beyond one's capability to manageably
persevere into dreamed of horizon,
and it's often simple anticipation
leaning forward toward one's longing
of doing some original thing
that can bring excited wondering
about day's promise magically unfolding,
like mysterious intrigue meeting someone
for first time in person,
or old friend from past,
not knowing what unfolding chemistry
will take hold, show itself
perfectly, when the moment comes.
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