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Girls

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Why are girls so difficult, I wonder

One minute they’re happy

One minute sad

Emotions bubbling up regularly

 

Some are quiet when they’re upset

Some must vent and vent and vent

Some don’t want to talk about how they feel

Others want to do that continually

 

Some cook only when they’re in the mood

Some don’t like to organize their rooms

 

Sometimes they don’t get along with another girl

Girls like magnets, sometimes repel

 

But girls can also be so sweet

So caring

So delightful

So enchanting

 

They can lift a finger

And you do as they say

They can bring you lots of joy each day

 

Girls are wonderful but difficult too

After all,roses come with thorns

 

April 1st, 2020

Reflecting on life

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Sometimes I forget I’m fifty five

After all what is age but a number 

I think what matters is how we feel

What our attitude is

How open to learning we are

How much joy and contentment we feel

What we are doing with our lives

If we’re sharing our gifts with others

 

Youth does not need to die

It can be transformed 

Matured

 

Our minds are as sharp as they ever were

Our curiosity the same

Our need for adventure still alive

Our ability for being of serving others

Perhaps more

So, why do we worry about getting older?

December 3rd, 2019

Early mornings

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It’s early in the morning

It’s pitch black outside

The rest of the household is sleeping

But I’m wide awake

 

I pick up my phone 

To see what my friends are up to

Their days have already started

They are awake

 

I talk to my friends in Europe

I talk to my friends in Iran

We talk about history

We talk about art

 

In this part of the world

My friends are still sleeping

But with the magic of technology 

I’m in conversation with those who are not

 

October 26th, 2019

My diary

My poems are my diary
What I’m thinking about goes in there
What I’m reading inspires them
The questions I have are stated there
The things I’ve learned are recorded there
My highs, my lows, my serious and silly moods
Are reflected in them

Like a diary
They are dated
Like a diary
They are re-read later

Pages and pages
Notebooks and notebooks
My notebooks make
A colourful tower on my shelf
The covers are different and varied
Reflecting the variety I seek in life
Some are smaller
Some bigger
Like the different chapters
In my life

But collectively
This sea of words
Represents me
My spirit
My mind
My emotions
My thoughts
My hopes
My dreams

And that’s why
My poems are my diary!

Lida Berghuis
May 26th, 2013