You know what I love about blogging? It’s the inspiration that comes from other bloggers. I had full intentions of taking a break from this new favorite pastime, and catch up on reading posts that I’ve not had too much time to delve into. But it didn’t work that way, because reading made me want to write! Reading other’s blogs gave me new incentive, and the next thing I know, I’m back on the page.
Yesterday’s post by Katie got me started again, and then I read one of Butch Dean’s poetry posts, The Days of Youth. Well, that got me to thinking about my favorite self-talk: “I miss the me I used to be” and that led to another brand new poem which will be today’s post.
THE ME I USED TO BE
I miss the me I used to be,
the things I used to do,
I miss the energy and verve
the vim and vigor too.
I miss the way my feet could dance,
the way my body bent,
contorted to the Limbo
as ‘neath the pole I went.
I miss the feel of garden soil
where once my hands did dig
while scrunching down to plant the seeds
before my joints got big.
Yes, I miss the me I used to be
and all the things I did,
but even though the body’s old,
inside I’m still a kid.
And you know what else? I have a fantastic family, a wonderful church family, and now feel I have a blogging family as well. Life is good!