Without my Love

As time goes by, we learn. We learn we can be alone, and it's sometimes good, and sometimes not. We learn to put our hopes on today, our dreams are real, but we gracefully accept. We struggle, we stumble, we grow and we learn, that each new step in this direction can turn. Our days can be sunny, that goodbyes are not final. That love can bring both joy and sorrow, and we endure. So, we search and we find, and nourish our souls, and finally see what life can be- New hope and love for eternity. We learn. Lyn Miller Lacoursiere (1991)