You came into my life
on a dark rainy night
shifted my perspective
altered my sight
My world had existed
on a simple plane
revolving just around me
yeah, I was pretty vain.
Then you - my tiny package
in your green baby sling
arrived kicking and screaming.
Calmly I would sing
"Jesus loves me this I know
For the Bible tells me so"
over and over
my voice a thin line
breaking down walls
making you mine.
The world slowly opened
and swallowed me whole.
Forever altered
by one little soul.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Destined
A found pantoum using the controlling ideas from my students' final exams:
Everyone has a purpose
Somewhere inside us, we all know our destiny
Our actions and choices lead us to a fate we can’t escape
It’s what we are meant to do
Somewhere inside us, we all know our destiny
When our fate is known, nothing else matters
It’s what we are meant to do
The decisions we make in life
Somewhere inside us, we all know our destiny
Our actions and choices lead us to a fate we can’t escape
It’s what we are meant to do
Somewhere inside us, we all know our destiny
When our fate is known, nothing else matters
It’s what we are meant to do
The decisions we make in life
When our fate is known, nothing else matters
The universe is pushing our life, our decisions
The decisions we make in life
We all wish we could see the future, to know what lies ahead of us
The universe is pushing our life, our decisions
The decisions we make in life
We all wish we could see the future, to know what lies ahead of us
The universe is pushing our life, our decisions
At some time and place we realize our destiny
We all wish we could see the future, to know what lies ahead of us
Our actions and choices lead us to a fate we can’t escape
At some time and place we realize our destiny
We all wish we could see the future, to know what lies ahead of us
Our actions and choices lead us to a fate we can’t escape
Saturday, February 4, 2012
To My Mother
When I was small
you used to let me dunk cookies
in your coffee
I didn’t want the soggy brown crumbs floating in my milk
I would make a face - tongue stuck out
and plead with my big brown eyes
You’d smile and push your hot drink my way
When I was small
I used to complain when the tags on my shirts
were too itchy
and you’d snip them off
leaving the size and washing instructions a mystery
But it was not something I thought about
I was just glad that I no longer had to scratch
Now I am a mom
and when my son complains that his tags are too itchy
I dutifully cut them off, shaking my head
and smoothing down his collar
But when he holds his cookie in the steam of
my hot delicious tea
clear brown sweetness
untouched in its perfect liquid state
I frown
There are some things
a mom must keep
Sacred.
you used to let me dunk cookies
in your coffee
I didn’t want the soggy brown crumbs floating in my milk
I would make a face - tongue stuck out
and plead with my big brown eyes
You’d smile and push your hot drink my way
When I was small
I used to complain when the tags on my shirts
were too itchy
and you’d snip them off
leaving the size and washing instructions a mystery
But it was not something I thought about
I was just glad that I no longer had to scratch
Now I am a mom
and when my son complains that his tags are too itchy
I dutifully cut them off, shaking my head
and smoothing down his collar
But when he holds his cookie in the steam of
my hot delicious tea
clear brown sweetness
untouched in its perfect liquid state
I frown
There are some things
a mom must keep
Sacred.
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