Change

Old friendships die sometimes.
New ones are born.

Children grow up
and leave.
Just like the birds in the nest on my front porch.

The phone rings
and then it doesn't ring anymore.

Stress comes
and stress goes.

You get thicker
and thinner and then thick AGAIN.

Nothing ever stays DONE!

Grama used to say that the only
thing you can count on is change.

And that tomorrow the sun will rise again.

Through it all
you keep breathing.