Hereafter...

 

Yesterday I had the hilarious pleasure of reading for the first time, the above gem-of-a-book written

 by Dr. Seuss for 'us older/obselete children' 😊

someone suggested at my sister's birthday party it might inspire my poem for today!

In a way it has but unfortunately not with the  

fantastic funny-bone that some fortunate writers are blessed to have;

 For the little I know, this one thing I have learned...
 We cannot thrive unless we work with what God gave us:)

This poem is inspired by bits and pieces of the week-end; 

conversation at my sister's 50th birthday party,

 Emily Dickinson's poetry and

a daughter whose due-date for New Baby is tomorrow!

Who knows what waits hereafter

Where mite-y/mighty moments haste

Will loss have earned the laughter

That gain can never taste

Will sorrow’s badge of honour

Bestow a fuller joy

And press its crown upon Her

Who bore its girl or boy

Will hunger be a blessing

And indulgence a curse

And scars the sacred dressing

Of labor, reimbursed

And will we learn through teaching

As seasons come and go

We are all tall when reaching

And small in What We Know

© Janet Martin