Falling apart together


*Most of my posts are about life and my thoughts, opinions and ideas, however, every once in a while I feel the urge to write so strong and am always amazed at how it comes out in different forms… this is one of those poems I tend to churn out when I have those moments. I hope you enjoy it. FB aka Lady Mao

Sometimes it feels like you’re falling apart.

So many things, so many false starts.

The deal you thought would surely come true.

The friend you thought you truly knew.

The wish you made upon that star.

The following day a scratch on your car.

Broken promises told yet again.

Then the rare find of an old, lost friend.

Suddenly life seems to be look up.

You find yourself drinking from a silver cup.

Yet you are weary from life, not sure what’s true.

Trusting seems to be hard for you.

Your outlook on life seems so cheery,

Yet deep inside you feel bleak and bleary.

You put on a smile, don’t wear that frown.

Think positive thoughts, don’t stop to look down.

Keep moving along faster than snail pace.

You might actually get through this life race.

You find hope in the most unlikely places.

You may even find hope in the spaces.

Places you never looked at before, become a haven for treasures galore.

Hope in fellow man seems likely once more, for once it seems there isn’t a war.

At least on this avenue through your passing of life.

Hold on, stay up, don’t give into strife.

Maybe I’ll see you while you’re passing though.

You’ll know then it’s not only you.

We all fall apart but can come back together.

Though this mortal coil may be light as a feather.

Please never give up, don’t forget who you are.

A beautiful human who wishes on stars.

But the child born on the Sabbath Day…


Monday’s child is fair of face,

Tuesday’s child is full of grace,

Wednesday’s child is full of woe,

Thursday’s child has far to go.

Friday’s child is loving and giving,

Saturday’s child works hard for a living,

But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day

Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

*first recorded in A.E. Bray’s Traditions of Devonshire in 1838

 

I remember this poem from childhood and wanted to share it with my readers.

I was born on the Sabbath Day, a cold winter day in the wee hours of the morning.

I remember my grandmother reciting this poem to me when I was a little girl.

I wanted to know what “bonny” and “blithe” meant and was told bonny meant pretty, or easy on the eyes, and blithe meant joyous and merry.

It sounded good to me and of course I believed everything she ever told me.

It was in my head again when I had my son, born on a Tuesday, and recently in a discussion with a friend.

We were discussing whether there was any “truism” to this poem.

I have to laugh because I don’t know about the “easy on the eyes” nor the joyous and merry! I was informed I had all the qualities of this poem which was a very sweet thing to say.

However, my graceless son, who is just like his mama, I wonder if he is considered by others to be “full of grace.” But when I looked up the meaning of “full of grace” it stated that it means the person is much kinder than a person would expect them to be.

I would have to agree as he is very kind for a boy his age. He is a compassionate child and truly cares about others.

It got me to thinking, is this myth or could there be truth to these old poems?

What do you think?

What day were you born on?

Do you think you match up to this poem?

Things to ponder on this lovely day.

Have a fabulous Sunday my friends!

Stay fabulous!

FG