Decades: Chunks of Time

This is a poem I wrote for a friend that is having issues....she enjoyed it and has permitted me to share to the world as well - someone out there probably needs the upliftment.... Its family thanksgiving day. Everyone is in church, seated with their families, children, grandparents and all. The pastor calls out all the couples that are a year old, and my husband and I file out with the rest. 10 couples in all. And only one couple is without a baby. Us. It felt like the sore thumb, always sticking out. It doesn’t help matters that both my sisters-in-law are among us. I can’t help but feel like everyone is staring at me, wondering why, wondering when. Well, I don't know too! And I don't like it either! I don’t like not knowing when God will finally answer my prayers and give me the twins I want. I don't like not knowing whether I will menstruate or even ovulate each month. I don't like not knowing how my body could fluctuate between weight levels so rapidly and often. I...

On the side, I was just thinking, if we were to look back on our lives, if we were to rewind the tape of life to, let's say, last month, would it have unravelled how we planned it? If we really looked at the plans we made, did everything happen the way we planned? Did the garbage truck really show up at eight p.m.? Did we really submit that proposal at the appointed time? Did we meet the deadline for that project? Did church service finish at exactly noon last Sabbath? Abstract questions they are but you could come up with yours. Didn't you spend more than you intended on your last shopping spree? Did you wait till the last minute before paying you tithe? (Maybe that's why). There are so many days when you plan to carry out some duties and even create some free time, only to see so many things you planned to do fall under the 'I shall get back to these later' category, when certain things happen. Things like... Your boss shifting another person's work to your t...