My sister gave me a copy of this poem before she died in February 2001.
After a While
by Veronica Shoftsall
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up 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;
You really are strong, you really do have worth.
And you learn, and you learn
With every goodbye you learn.
I have a large framed copy of this that hung on my wall for many years. I was drawn to the words the first time I read this piece of writing, although it’s hard to explain why.
Thinking of Julie today? ((hugs))
I remember when I saw it in your house. It was the same night we arrived in from Texas. I felt a sense of peace when I saw it, like everything was going to be OK. And it has been ever since. ((hugs))
Yep, Julie’s on my mind. Thanks…
That was a very nice coincidence that Julie gave you this poem and then you found it in the room that was yours on your new journey. I’m glad it gave you a sense of peace. Your journey has been difficult, but it IS going to be okay. Love you. ((((hugs))))
This is a beautiful poem, thank you for sharing it.
Ginger I’m having difficulties posting comments to your website. If it’s ok for me to do so, can you email me and explain what I may be doing wrong?
Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful poem. It’s also good to see you back online. I hope that you are doing better.
Hugs.