Forever out of my grasp.
Disappointed the days of my youth
Did not last.
"Single serving frying pan"
I bought this little frying pan today to take with me to my new apartment, where I will be living alone for the first time ever. In a way, I am excited by the prospect. I am looking forward to decorating my apartment in a very "girlie" fashion, with hearts and flowers everywhere. I will have no one to clean up after (except Buddy), the bathroom will always be free, and I will have an abundance of space which is all mine. However, as I prepare for the next chapter in my life, I can't help but ponder the sorrow of life. I was blessed with three beautiful baby boys, whom I love with all of my heart. The sad part is that they evolved into men more quickly than I ever could have imagined. My mother used to say that "the days are long, but the years go by fast". I didn't understand that when my children were young. I understand only too well now. There were days when I was so tired, I couldn't hold my head up, yet I had to stay awake to care for the children. Those days seemed so long. As did the days after I walked the floor all night with a crying baby. Oh, but what wouldn't I give to have even a day or an hour holding those precious babies in my arms. My little boys, whom I read to, took to parties, and the movies, are now a distant memory, captured only in pictures for me to remember. They are now men, living their own lives.
I don't look at old pictures too often anymore. It only makes me long for a past that is forever out of my grasp. This new chapter, to me, is a true depiction of bittersweet. A new life, filled with promise and opportunity, has had its price. I've had to let go, as we all do, of my old life.
I don't look at old pictures too often anymore. It only makes me long for a past that is forever out of my grasp. This new chapter, to me, is a true depiction of bittersweet. A new life, filled with promise and opportunity, has had its price. I've had to let go, as we all do, of my old life.
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