A conversation I had last night sowed the seed for this poem. I often catch myself thinking about how things could have been different with Chris, but I know now that I am who I am because of the way those events played themselves out. To change them would be to change me. Anyway, without further ado, here’s the poem:
It seems to me that life is full of alternative endings.
Those we wish could be, but can’t.
Those that are, that we can’t change.
I know there are a few I would make instead
But they would then change everything.
Even with my sorrow, I like the person I am now
I am that person because events played themselves out this way.
That is one thing I don’t want to change – and that is the truth.
I am who I am, because of the people around me
And for a short time, I had the pleasure of knowing you.
Thank you for that blessing.
Wishing you peace and strength on your journeys,