Life's Gifts

A young inquisitive teenage girl,
Romantic books, movies ruled my world.
Day dream I'm Fanny Brice in “Funny Girl”
Omar Sharif, cotton candy lust, toes curl.

“Dr. Zhivago” cinematic Russian themes.
Lara and Yuri, beautiful beings on screen.
Sizzling sex melts a palace of ice, exquisite scenes.
A pimply guy on a date, a poor substitute.

Real world carousal came by, as it does.
College, working, along with falling in love.
Fortune was holding both newborn sons,
No gift is more preciously won.

We set our own idea of fame;
a stage, an award, a known name?
Being a healing professional is my claim.
Saving a life, help one out of pain.

Raising children to brighten our planet,
Make a difference, find their enchantment.
Hoping your directions on the highway of life,
didn’t steer them wrong, cause undue strife.

Tender happy years went by so fast,
innocence and fairy tales didn’t last.
Treasures are wrapped in hazy memories.
Faded photographs of you and me.

Wisdom is for us of a certain age.
So it is written on someone’s page.
I can not claim that wondrous trait.
Mostly I am content, a four star fate.



By Kathie Stehr
September 13, 2021