Contentment
rhyming poem about my status quo
CONTENTMENT
Children grown
life’s my own.
Friends are few
that will do.
Birds they sing
no phones ring.
Flowers dance
bunnies prance.
Slow now — good
as I should.
It’s not hard
in my yard.
I live in a rural area so I’m very blessed to be surrounded by trees and grass. I planted (with some help from family and friends) a few flowering shrubs and perennials, making sure they were the kind that attracted birds and butterflies. We even created an amphibian pond, and I love to hear the call of the frogs in spring.
We have a plethora of wildlife busying themselves in the gardens. Over time I’ve watched as wildlife comes and goes, has a family and forages for winter in our harsh Ontario climate. I’m always amazed to see how God has created this ecosystem.
My own life has been a mirror of these times in the garden with children growing, leaving and bringing back their babies to visit. I’m the one who hoards things — not for winter but for those “you never know when you’re going to need one of…
