Life begins much like an empty book
Pages waiting as a tranquil brook
How will daily life compose each page?
Breathtaking words at every age
Words starting with childlike, joyful prose
Sentences fill with love, head to toes
Paragraphs arrive, smiling each day
First page finishes, much like crochet
Chapters now gather, picking up speed
Transmission accepts each tender reed
Pages adding up, never afraid
Days, weeks, months, years gather . . . no charade
Life reaches the twilight of its time
Not pausing, not even for halftime
Who will ever read this manuscript?
There’s time to add a final postscript
With empty pages, life’s book began
Words maturing, always in God’s plan
Originally published September, 2020.
Big Sky Buckeye 