Good fortune

 A folded paper fortune teller, pick a colour

any colour and I will tell you your future

and your true love’s name
.
I was a precocious child
 
I would bring my knitting to kindergarten

to show for show and tell

(and show everyone on the ride there in the limousine)

I had a lot of pride and self esteem for a child of five

Just happy to be alive…

I could throw a ball against a wall and spin around

and catch it before it hit the ground,

I could climb the weeping willow tree in our yard

and shoot straight with a BB gun

(my brothers showed me how)

Life was marvellous never dull, it was magical

always interesting.

Sometimes I feel like I am still a child inside

and in dreams I see that weeping willow tree

that seems to call me back for one more climb

But my folded paper fortune teller tells me no

We must accept (relent) to growing old.


Challenge: write a poem about something you’ve done – whether it’s music lessons, or playing soccer, crocheting, or fishing, or learning how to change a tire – that gave you a feeling of satisfaction, and perhaps still does.

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