Preserving

As life just keeps coming at us, let's keep on going!

Preserving

Strawberries planted in an earlier season

Ripen unbidden

Without concern

I’m not ready.

A friend calls from the hospital with news.

The anniversary I’d like to forget comes round again.

Children outgrow childhood and go.

I wake with the sun for back-aching work

And pile fruit in my pail.

Freshness is fleeting.

Taught by my grandma,

I know how to preserve.

And so I shall.

My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6

This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com  

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