Mom’s Musings

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This picture, taken a couple of weeks ago by my daughter Laura while we were walking on our road, got me thinking. Look at all those good apples, just gone to waste under a neighbor’s tree.

Here is a series of four tanka poems that came to mind as I thought about that fallen fruit:

Sweet fruit on the ground.

Time of harvest neglected.

Autumn’s bounty lost.

The tree was planted; fruit grew,

Yet no one ate of it: Why?

 

Were they too busy

To notice present blessings?

Were they too lazy

To harvest this sweet bounty?

This gift was given, not received.

 

Each day is a gift.

I will live it, treasure it.

Each moment matters.

Whatever the challenges,

I will thank God, and live it.

 

Life has its seasons:

Spring, summer, autumn, winter.

Each with its own work.

If I live each day wisely,

Good fruit will come, be enjoyed.

 

This reminds me also of an old nursery rhyme about using time wisely that some of our children learned when they were little:

Sixty seconds in a minute:

How much good can I do in it?

Sixty minutes in an hour:

All the good that’s in my pow’r.

Twenty-four hours in a day:

Time to work and sleep and play.

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