The open road before you.
The gentle push I’ll give you.
Toward those who have much more to teach you.
So sure you know its direction.
Blind curves hidden from your youthful attention.
But that’s okay.
It’s fumbling.
It’s humbling.
It’s finding your own way.
You’re done listening.
Because the whole world is calling.
And my long heard words are falling on deaf ears.
But that’s okay.
Cause it’s fumbling.
It’s humbling.
It’s finding your own way.
That will gently push you back to me some day.
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Author: Anne Celano Frohna
I am a writer, a mother of two girls, Eva (22) and Sophia (20) and wife to one husband, Kurt.
I was mostly a professional writer and editor for 25 years for graphic arts and advertising, for publishers of newspapers, magazines, books, etc.,. Now, I have this blog where I post my creative non-fiction, short stories, a couple of illustrated children's stories and a comedy I wrote about two years I spent teaching English in rural Japan (NOT a story for a child.).
I also have a shop on Etsy called ChannelingNonna where I’m selling the many vintage treasures I’ve collected over the years and continue to hunt down at thrift stores and yard sales.
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