Don't Turn Around

There are days
when what is the past
can seem to overshadow
the beauty of the present.

I wrote this poem
awhile back

At times,
as we all do,
I still need
to be reminded

and that
is the reason
for the title
of this blog

I am here
I am now

~Here And Now~

For me,
my husband,
and of course,
my four angels!


Don't Turn Around

Oh, the strong arms
of a quiet man!
My heart expands
beneath
his warm hands.

Love grows strong
and days swirl fast.
Spinning,
spinning,
spinning past.

One,
two,
three,
four...

Golden arms,
baby tears.
Their sweet
whispered secrets
in my ear.

So,
I must not
waste away
Always
trying
to hide
from pain
Seeking shadows,
finding rain

The past
can never
be undone,
and shadows
often lie.
Nightmares
turn my dreams
to dust.
Stealing
what is mine
to trust.

Hold on tight!
Feet on the ground
Grasp this life
Don't turn around

Angela Minard 2007