Mistakes

Broken pottery transformed by love.

Mistakes. . .
I think I have made them all
and yet
what should have ended in disaster
has given me a life
more precious than any
I could have planned
or dreamed.

Leaving, grieving,
wishing, wanting,
life came calling
when I sat alone.

A store that never made a profit,
houses that were never home,
wrong turns,
accidental meetings

now here we are
living in each other’s dream
in spite of
our mistakes.

Maybe we were just
meant to be.

©2020 Sharron R. McMillan