What might have been? So many possibilities. So many things to imagine -both good and bad. I’m grateful I am still here, still witnessing the blessings of this world. I want to take them all in with arms opened wide, with no fear and no regrets, or at least minimal fear and just a little regret. I’m okay with that.
My inspiration for “What Might Have Been” came from Verse-Love, Ethical ELA, which was created by Sarah J. Donovan. Today’s prompt was from Gayle Sands, who suggested to think about life choices and write about an “if only…” in your life. There is one “if only” that I never talk about or almost never talk about anymore. However, a couple of weeks ago, my cousin Tina was telling me about the writer, Elizabeth Gilbert who talked about not having children at a recent workshop. Elizabeth said that she names her “children” and talk to them regularly. I thought this was such a healthy way to address maternal feeling. All women are not mothers, but most women are nurturers and it’s this nurturing, I find, that I miss. It isn’t a miserable loss, just a life loss, like others, and I can now address it, express it, and feel satisfied.
The inspiration for “Master Builder” comes from the series, Hidden Villages with Penelope Keith. British actress, Penelope Keith roams the countryside chronicling rural villages all over England. In Season 2, Episode 1, she explores Devon and Cornwall. Her story about the work of Rowena Cade took me by complete surprise. Rowena almost single-handedly built a stone amphitheater high above the Cornish coast called Minack Theater. She made the cement with sand from the beach and carved intricate Celtic and decorative patterns into the wet cement. Rowena started the project when she was thirty-eight years old and continued to build-by-hand into her eighties. There is a wonderful photo of her sitting inside a wheelbarrow reading a book – here. Her strength, creativity, and determination are evident. She is a role-model for me as I barrel straight down into old age. I vow to go boldly!
What Might Have Been I had a list of names, For years and years, Male and female, Bright, cheerful names, Names that meant something, Names that would suit their Own unique personalities: Jonas Geoffrey Phillip Jeremy Cassandra Olivia Annabella Names with lots of vowels That rolled off your tongue, Pretty names for never-to-come Bundles of joy. Oh, how I would like to sit And imagine the perfect name For my perfect child. Undoubtedly, my perfect Well-behaved, brilliant child Would grow-up happy, Celebrate spectacular birthdays, And cinema-worthy holidays. They would be honest, loyal, Heroic, and trustworthy: Penelope Samara Clarissa Delphine Alexander Aiden Owen Benjamin An army of sweet children To protect me in my later years Valiant and brave, Kind and caring, Magnificent sons and daughters I created and fostered, That I labored over and loved. The lists slipped away Like brittle leaves And broken petals, Just names to be whispered Every so often, To remember What might have been.