Threadbare Stairs

(Picture prompt from Tess at Magpie Tales)

Up and down, up and down,

Day after day, night after night.

I grew accustomed to

Her sprightly step on the stairs,

Shouting and exclaiming

“I’ve got it, I’ve got the part”.

Celebrations, parties and

Late night shenanigans.

Laughter, lots of laughter.

Years rolled on

Up and down, up and down,

Day after day, night after night.

Those same stairs

A slower step, more subdued,

“I don’t know, I’m not sure.

They say I’m too old to play the part”.

Wanted – Young fresher faces.

Once a young, fresh and beautiful face

But now …well now more mature

Only suitable for certain parts.

Up and down, up and down

Day after day, night after night.

She stumbles on the step

Smashes the bottle of

Cheeky Chardonnay,

Her favourite.

Too many favourites

Too many steps

Too many falls

Down

Down

Down.

A Game of Patience, 1937, Meredith Frampton 

 When I stopped by to update my blog today I found myself in a dilemma, you know the sort, 'What will I blog about today?'

I considered the options;

• Something from Magpie Tales, the weekly writing prompt from Tess at Willow Manor or 
• Something from 'Our Allotment'. The observant among you will note that it is fast becoming a joint project.  Ownership is not in contention here, we do share the fruits of our labour.

I did wonder if there was a connection between the options and thought long and hard about who or what might connect them and then it came to me in a word - PATIENCE!  Bear with me and all will be revealed.

In life, some things take a little time and patience to unfold, for example, good writing for a play, prose or poetry for a Magpie Tale.  Little seedlings need help, nurturing, sunshine and a little patience too before something wonderful transpires.  I believe Mother Nature does not like to be rushed.  She finds her own pace and rhythm.  It would be unfair of me to expect her to perform instant magic.  She needs time and patience to be creative and bountiful in her giving.   As she weaves her way through our little allotment, slowly unfolding her little offerings in the form of potatoes and courgettes (this week!) we welcome her gifts.  

Sometimes the answer comes in the waiting, the patience, the letting it be ... Incidentally, the potatoes tasted so much better for the wait!

Patient potatoes - photo by me!