Live

Live,

With the grace of woman, not the grief of a child;
And learn to build all your roads on today because
Tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that your really can endure;
That you really are strong
And you really have worth;
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye, you learn.

-unknown

[wisdom passed on from Grandma to Mama to Me]