A Little Something My Mom Shared With Me...

 After a While

by Veronica A. Shoffstall

"After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security.

 And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't always promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

 And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

 After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.

  So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and you really do have worth and you learn and you learn, with every goodbye, you learn."

Though, as a teenager, I  didn't fully understand or appreciate what this poem meant, I do now and I can not thank my mom enough for sharing it with me.