Distractions

Starbucks didn't have holiday spice for the coffee she (let's call her Magi) had already paid for. One of the baristas (Mary?) went to who knows where (possibly Bethlehem) to locate some of the elusive spice (Myrh?)  Twenty minutes passed...meanwhile she should already have been at work. Word came from who knows who (Joseph?) that there was … Continue reading Distractions

Martyrdom and Motherhood

From conception I confess I learned that pregnancy oppressed All my habits heretofore Extricated evermore Blithe nymph inside me flew away My name was changed to mom that day A plaintiff requiem - a sometime Hell  Weighty burdens corked up well Little does one comprehend Fleeting childhood does soon end Add distance geographically  The circle … Continue reading Martyrdom and Motherhood

Appearances

At a glance she thrives Flourishes Charmed and carefree  A vibrant picture of youth But Life is never exactly as it appears Underneath her calm display Crisis brews Sweet simmering smiles  Churn constant chaos  Inside She volunteers nothing  It is kept contained  Until one day It boils over  Bewildering  Everyone _____________________ October 22, 2016~ Daily … Continue reading Appearances

Better

'Twas a mistake  In my youth  To think there were limits to what I could do My head aches Knowing the truth I might've done anything I'd put my mind to In recompense For the lost years I'm busy as ever— positively Life has commenced Without the fears I am resourceful effective and free __________________________ … Continue reading Better

A Miniature Version of the Life I Once Had

This miniature version of the life I once had Smaller car, fewer kids, a lap dog- not too bad  I've accepted a thought, something I always knew "Bigger is better"- may or may not be true I once drove a van and had an Irish Wolfhound Equal effort is required for every dog I have … Continue reading A Miniature Version of the Life I Once Had

Daily Battles

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cH-K3MU7-fA I am Braveheart...or at least I share some commonalities with Mel Gibson's version of William Walace in Braveheart. I bellow a battle cry, wielding a shield as I plow through my day, hacking away at my to-do list with a broadsword and showing no fear. Everyday is a day filled with reckless abandon. My … Continue reading Daily Battles