By Jan Andersen Donovan
I watched the water ebb and ﬂow
lazily around the rocks of the tidal pool.
Bits of seaweed clung to the sand,
left there until the next high tide,
to be carried out to sea again.
There is an order to changes.
Trees form buds, leaves appear and detach
according to the seasons.
Children are born, grow and leave the nest.
Parents remain, completing their own journey.
Life is like that, too, moving, inevitably changing.
Years follow years, lettings go occur, painful at ﬁrst,
! then met with resignation.
Loneliness is replaced with acceptance.
Life continues, more sweet than bitter.
Janice Andersen Donovan is a writer who uses poetry as a form of self expression to express her innermost thoughts and feelings. She has written poems since childhood, creating them ʻwhen they appearʼ. She enjoys reading the works of other poets, especially the poems of Mary Oliver and Billy Collins. Janice is a retired librarian who lives with her husband near the Connecticut shoreline.