It’s my 200th post, and I’m cheating. I guess I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not. Honestly, I have so much going on in my head right now I know I should be writing it out, but I just can’t articulate it yet, for several reasons. so in the meantime, I’m sharing an old poem I wrote in 1995.Life Is Like a Box of Chocolates Life is like a rose when it slowly blooms. The bud is childhood Closed tightly. Unaware. And innocent. One petal at a time it opens. At this stage Life is delicate. Hopeful. And frightening. In full bloom life is at its peak. This is the time To live. Happily. And beautifully. Finally the rose is doen with life. Old age and death. The rose turns brown. Withers. And petals fall. -Terree L. Klaes— 1995
Category Archives: poetry
My parents both come from fairly large families, yet growing up, there were a consistent few family members outside my immediate family that I really saw, and my Aunt Georgia and Uncle Bud were two of them (I called them Juju-Bud; I am uncertain as to the spelling because I couldn’t spell yet when I called them this… obviously, I could barely talk). My Uncle Bud passed away nearly twenty years ago now. At that time, I wrote a poem for my Aunt Georgia.An Empty Space Losing someone special leaves an empty space. Suddenly what filled your heart is missing from this place. It seems that even when something new enters your life, that void in your heart continues to cause you strife. And the dear one who is lost you can never replace. But you always have the memories of what once filled this empty space. Terree L. Klaes 1995
Almost a month ago now, my Aunt Georgia passed away. It had been years since I had seen her, but I suddenly had memories of holidays and trips to Disney as a child, which revolved around time with my Aunt Georgia and Uncle Bud. I now dedicate this poem to the both of them, my Juju-Bud.
I believe this poem was written not long after I first left home to go to school.I’m Feeling More than I Can Write Nothing… Is that what I feel? I don’t know. Maybe I’m scared. Maybe I’m lonely. I miss my old life some, yet begin to love the new one. But it’s not getting back to normal the way I thought it would. Everything has changed for me, and nothing can I predict. I’m moving on. I’m changing… being changed by my surroundings. I’m getting tossed along, doing what I’m forced to do. I used to feel in control; I chose what shaped my life. I now welcome the unexpected, though it scares me. No one is here to guide me, to show me my mistakes. But I know I’ll make it through this test of independence. I am strong, but I’m still afraid. Each choice I now make determines bits of my future. Much like a puzzle, the pieces are there. But without the final picture, I’m only guessing where they go.
Terree L. Klaes 1997