Enough

This came to me in Gettysburg at the beginning of spring around 1993.

Enough

I did not wish to be forever young,
Nor did I ask that life pass me by.
It would be false to say I clung to young girl dreams.
I did not even try.
In fact I liked the passing of the years,
Each rich in beauty that was fresh and new.
I seldom lie awake at night with troubled tears,
Because my wants are surprising few.
It is enough for me to be a part of this earth.
That the wind and the sun and the rain
Could tiptoe softly through my tranquil heart
And leave assurances that spring will come again.
It was enough in the days that have past
And it will be enough while time shall last.