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By John Blase | January 15, 2014 |

Life slips from our grasp

by merely living.

You are overtaken by a child’s needs

then suddenly the child is grown

and you’ve aged close enough

to fifty to round up.

There’s no need to be morose about this.

God remembers all your

generosities and has pressed them

into bottles to ferment until the fullness

of your time arrives.

In the meantime,

promise to love yourself.

Gretchen on January 15, 2014 at 3:06 pm

How can you say so much with so few words?

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Kelly Hausknecht Chripczuk on January 15, 2014 at 4:09 pm

Yes, “overtaken,” indeed.

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Anne-Marie on January 15, 2014 at 6:04 pm

I’m a poet, blogger, and mom who’s been doing care for some complicated kids for 20 years. 50 is a quandry and you’ve voiced my spot exactly. Thank you so much.

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Anne-Marie on January 15, 2014 at 6:05 pm

…and by the way, stunning poetry. wow.

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genesmith12 on January 15, 2014 at 10:08 pm

Thanks for the lens…put a fresh perspective on a very stale season of life.

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Bev Murrill on January 15, 2014 at 10:26 pm

WOW!

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Diana Trautwein on January 16, 2014 at 4:22 am

Man, oh, man, did I need to read this today. A hard but good talk with my mom today and this is what I tried to tell her – that she has lived a good life, that she is a beautiful person. Somehow, I hope it sticks. Not much does these days. . .

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Gwen acres on January 16, 2014 at 7:25 am

…promise to love yourself…thank you for telling us to do so! Because of Grace we dare to try.

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