Poem by Peggy Godfrey
Life – July 1994 – Colorado Central Magazine
IN FORTY-FIVE YEARS
I’ve learned to see the mountains,
as more than stone and mud
come to know my neighbors
as more than flesh and blood
I’ve grown to see the work I do
as more than passing time
Poetry means more to me
than getting words to rhyme
I’m now aware each day is more
than getting on with life
I see myself as more than just
my role as mom or wife
Life offers me a framework
like bones stripped bare and white
What I can do is flesh them in
with muscle, love, and light.
©1993, Peggy Godfrey, all rights reserved.
