In “Our Town,” Emily pleas with us
To notice
To not let our life
Simply pass us by
To savor the precious moments
Right now.
Can I savor my moments
Especially with Kathleen
A wife who cares deeply
About other people
Can I acknowledge
That I am blessed
With Kathleen in my life
Bob
Bill, you have captured the question and the emotion so perfectly. I, too, am not of the religious bent. And when someone says “You’re blessed” I struggle with that. By whom? For what? Is there a certificate that comes with that blessing? A cash reward? And yet, I find it hard to conger up another word that fits for what we are given. Lucky? Hardly. Privileged? Seems a little hoity-toity. So I guess “blessed” is as close as it gets.
And what you capture in your poem’s narrative surely reinforces the question — and the emotions of the answer. Yeah, we are in some uncomfortably-phrased manner, “blessed” — you with your wife by your side still sharing the beauty of the world around us and I, still able to capture and connect with the comfort — and questions — given to me by those same surroundings, on different shores. Yeah, that’s kind of it, isn’t it? Similar surroundings, different shores! And so we continue. Life Finds a Way . . . “
