Thinking I'm old, I don't listen to music anymore
The teachers say they really like Jesse, he's nice and he tries hard, "I'm doing my best, Mom."
But I knew that already.
I spend almost as much time complaining about how busy I am as I do actually doing something about it
But I love my life.
The only thing missing is freedom from my own expectations my perceived expectations others have of me
I remember now why I hated school, schools have rules
I don't like rules
Even church has rules, I don't mind God's rules, but which ones are God's rules, which ones are not? I wasn't going to grow up, but then I had a baby.I'm working on not being angry. It's hard. But I'm learning.
We're all imperfect, we're all imperfect, so just forgive and say, whatever. In the city of Zion people won't fight or argue with each other. I want to live there. So I look on the bright side.
I went for a walk with my kids down the lane, saw a couple friends, Jesse climbed a tree, that made me happy. We swung on swings, my baby laughed, my kids played, they laughed.
It's so beautiful outside!
But I'm scared for winter.
You might think I'm trying to write a poem.
This is not a poem. This is a rush.
The End.
That was a poem to me. And it was lovely and thoughtful and an expression of what is true inside you. Thank you for sharing it with us - this is what writing is all about.
ReplyDeleteHahaha, "This is not a poem" I love you Sarah, you crack me up- in a good way, not in an I'm laughing at you way, just the I completely get it way.
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