found

I never knew
who me was
in terms
other than
mother, wife, worker
and when it came to the crunch
I was lost and alone
drifting
grasping at straws
seeking for substance
unsure of my place
or my worth
but step by step
I found myself
my passions
my contentment
making pictures
with words
and camera
observing nature
looking close
and deep
into this world
and into me
and when I wasn’t looking
love found me
this new me
this real me
and our love
is truer
and deeper
a sacred simplicity
imperfect perfection
and as the old life
draws to a close
there is no trace of sadness
only joy
in the newness
of me
and you
and us