SHE TURNED SEVENTY YESTERDAY...

SHE TURNED SEVENTY YESTERDAY....

Seventy years.. eight hundred and forty months.. God knows how many hours, minutes, and seconds it has been since she drew her first breath of air on her first day of life ..

Childhood memories cloud her mind just as a fine mist confounds and confuses where you are as you travel the road on a journey to where you’ve been before..

Sunshine bursts through  to bright clear moments that has always been a touch stone to her as she  travels  back to her early years..

Small town girl, grown, leaving footprints stoically scattered amongst celebrations and heartbreaks..

Her celebrations are many and her heartbreaks are few.. yet on those cold stormy days those vivid heartaches seem tangibly ever so near, as if she could reach out and touch them again. 

She reminds herself  how blessed and purposefully her life has been .. 

The cold dark skies open to sunshine and the warmth of each beam of light scatter the gloom she had allowed to hinder her from joyful times ..

Her heart is full and her spirit rises above any adversity ..

Seventy years, eight hundred and forty months and God knows how many hours, minutes and seconds.. 

Standing upright, her face weathered, worn, each line tells a story..  Each story has made her who she is and how she lived through each year .. 

She smiles broadly knowing she is happy, knowing she gave her  best to all who knew her well.. 

Patsy McNutt Morgan

03/07/19