The last weekend of June running up to Canada Day had our family partying with friends and family for four days: celebrating our 41st anniversary, commemorating the first anniversary of the passing of my mother, and celebrating Canada’s 147th birthday.
These events had me reflecting about new beginnings…
Time passes as we revere generations left behind
Weddings, anniversaries, and new babies bring new memories to mind
Life is ever changing, while images of families change even faster
Leaving us to wonder what the future holds
New hopes for generations for love, new careers,and renewed hope
For a better life, happiness, and peace of mind.
The youngest dream of princes and princesses, castles, and magic;
The older ones have visions of their future, love, and to
Somehow cope in a threatening world;
While matriarchs and patriarchs dream of peace, reconciliation, and familial love
Hoping for straighter paths and easier routes to follow
A day early, John and I celebrated our 41st at Langdon Hall,
Amidst the elegance and beauty there we pondered
Our lives so quickly passing; of our future we wondered
While happiness and our love we did recall;
Memories are beautiful treasures, as are future aspirations
Of travels, and dreams of things as yet untold – yet exciting
Because we share them all, together.
On the day, at the Charcoal we dined,
Amid emotions in conflict: commemorating and celebrating.
Death and marriage evoked feelings entwined
Missing those who came before us, yet
Grateful for the bonds, the joys, and the plans
Of weddings to be, and new careers to build.
Finally, Canada Day spending with generations of family to share
All that is wonderful, and interesting, and rare.
Little ones chasing the balloons, and the balls, and each other
The older ones mingling with the younger ones
Feasting and sharing our everyday trials, whether they be
Struggles with the youngest ones, or confronting health issues,
The wonder of it all strikes me right there…
We as the aunts, uncles, and grandmothers and grandfathers
With our parents gone, are now the heads of our families.
Life is a complicated mix of things, big and small
Never cease to marvel at the wonder of it all.
Change is a part of life, and, of course, every day evokes