01 January 2013

. . . reflection . . .

. . . gone . . .
. . . gone is twenty twelve . . . 
. . . gone are the stockings . . .
. . . gone is the tree . . .
. . . gone is the wrapping paper . . .
. . . gone are the cardboard boxes . . .
{almost ~ maybe one more recycling bin full}
. . . gone are the lights . . .
. . . i miss the lights . . .
. . . i love the nighttime glow 
when theirs are the only source 
of illumination . . .
. . . gone are the utah children 
and grandbaby . . .
{i miss them}
. . . gone is the flu . . .
{for me [mostly] but poor bill has it now}

. . . but guess what's here . . .
. . . a brand spankin' new year
 stretches out before me . . .



. . . what in the world 
will i do with it? . . .
. . . i thought about that today 
as i took down the lights . . .
{carefully ~ boy is that ladder rickety}

. . . i need to be a little more kind . . .
. . . less selfish . . .
. . . a better listener . . .
. . . more organized . . .
. . . more cheerful . . .
. . . less judgmental . . .

. . . i hope to seem more grateful 
for the incredible blessings 
in my life . . .
. . . my husband . . .
. . . my children and their spouses . . .
. . . my beautiful grandchildren . . .
. . . my mom and siblings . . .
. . . my lovely home . . .
. . . my talents . . .
. . . this free country . . .
. . . my testimony of the savior . . .

. . . and yet . . . 
. . . and yet . . .
. . . i hope for more . . .
. . . even at the risk 
of seeming ungrateful 
~ always wanting more ~
 i can't allow myself 
to give up hope . . .

. . . it's what keeps me going . . .
. . . one foot in front of the other . . .
. . . the faint glimmer 
of a brighter day . . .

. . . so i will hope . . .
. . . and i will work . . .
. . . and i will keep in mind 
these words . . .


{from president gordon b. hinckley}

. . . and if i do "try a little harder 
to be a little better" . . .
. . . i hope twenty thirteen 
will be a lucky year for me . . .



2 comments:

Carrie said...

I am so glad to hear you are feeling better. I love to follow your blog not just because you are so clever and I love you, but also because the things that matter most to you are the things that matter most to me also. I have always admired you and you sweet family, give Bill our love he is always in our prayers.

Koko Head said...

Ditto! Thanks for the reminder that all good things begin with hope.