Goodbye National Poetry Month

Seriously, I'm a little glad the month is gone..it is much easier to handle National Running Month than national Poetry Month.  Here's my last poem in celebration:

Lines In the Sand

I feel that line dissolving

In how I relate to you.

I see my old prejudices

Melting like the snow

In the sun of new found

Answers

To things I never questioned.

The line had always been

drawn

don't cross it, don't

question

That's the way it is.

But now we are

people

I don't see that line

The one I crossed

Once meeting you.

So sad

Why do you look so sad
Is it because you made me mad?
Waiting until it is time for bed,
Rolling in some poop instead.
What do you expect?
A sweet "atta girl" or some respect?
Why are you so surprised,
You 3 years should make you wise.
But like my children you are a lucky one.
I'll forgive you this little fun.

Inspiration

Light reading for some
Teaching me lessons bar none
Giving inspiration and hope
Helping me continue and cope
Need something light for your mind
Inspiration in the pages you'll find.

Ladybug

Poor little bug

Running feverishly across the sidewalk.

Is it trying to get to the other side

or trying to get away from me?

Am I trying to get to the other side

or just trying?

Whole Latte Love

Such a pretty cup

Of pick me up coffee

Much needed today.

Enjoying a little quiet editing time at Camino Bakery with a good cup of joe.  You forget how much you love a good cup of coffee until you finally pick one up, complete with the artwork in the froth.  Yes, it is the little things that count.  Amazing how much work you can get done when you leave the home.

A child's love

I found a little gift today.

Something from the heart.

It gave me a few tears,

Just to start.

Handmade is the best,

using an old favorite toy.

Handwriting getting clearer

from a sweet little boy.

It says what's in his heart

those sweet I Love You's

simple, yet powerful phrase.

to me a dream come true.

A simple little gift,

made with love that's pure

is the perfect little gift

From  a Mom's love safe and sure!

Boston Strong

We run along,

knowing that we are Boston Strong.

Thinking of those we lost,

Freedom does have a cost.

Each time the feet hit the ground,

There is freedom in that sound.

For there is no stopping we are one,

We will not quit until we have won.