Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Dream

Offenses long forgotten.
The greatest of needs,
belonging in a family.
Happiness complete as can be.

Work valued and regarded
as the missing piece to a puzzle.
Never asking, why bother or
what's the point of this struggle?

Utopia, perhaps with
fresh water and new wine gushing.
Blue skies empty of threat.
Soft, pink peonies blossoming.

Where, oh where can I find this place?
My heart wishes and dreams.
Suddenly, it occurs what was lost.
We long for Eden, where everything beams.

Grown Ups-Written 11/30/11

Always rushing,
checking off lists.
Fumbling through papers,
Rushing to get kids.
Eating a bite here
and there in between.
The only time they sit?
To look at a screen.

Is being a grown up fun?
It looks really hard.
I'd rather play with blocks
or go out in the yard.

What are they thinking?
Are they mindful of me?
Sometimes their eyes
look lost in the sea.

Being an adult seems
not so much fun.
There's so much to do
and they never seem done.