Tiny Handprints

Thoughts about life

There were no tiny handprints, 

left for eternity In a freshly poured patio, 

nor, childish painted rocks in the yard with the names of long passed pets, 


But there will forever reside in the furthest recesses of my memory, the unforgettable events 

Of my childhood that left an indelible imprint, 

that left unseen scars, forever to have an effect 

on decisions, both good and bad, 

that l live with every day.


Yet, there is no time to weep for the past, for times gone by,  for tears are but a bitter hindrance that drags back those forbidden scenes that time has ineffectively found a way to heal.


So, though the seasons change, l will not allow the mis-givings of my youth, mistakes I've made, 

or feelings I've bruised, guild my future, 

nor prevent me from exploring new ideas, 

trying new things,  

or tackling life with an open mind.


For me,  life is to be cherrished, 

life is to be lived full throttle, 

life is too precious to let the past guild my way,  but, remembering lessons hard learned, 

so to not make the foolish mistakes.... again.....  


But,  you know I'm going to make those damned mistakes, because 

that's how l remind myself, 

that l am human, 

      and l am foulable, 

             and, l am a product of my youth, 

      

                     Even without the tiny handprints.

Reviews

[S.Ren]

I really enjoyed reading. You are right although we are guided by the events of our past we should not be shackled by them, we are free to grow and evolve. However, as much as we move forward like an ocean the water still comes back to shore and remnants of the sand still washes away with it. I liked the poem especially in time for the coming of a new year where we are once again designed to hope for change.

[Trace]

Thank you so very much for reading and commenting on this poem.. your compliments are appreciated.

Trace.