Forest in the Morning
Creek smooths rocks on its way to the small pond
Weeping willows bend to the clear water
Skies clouded with mist threaten to pour down
Tall grasses dance slightly in the light breeze
Tree canopies protect the ground below
A subtle rustle in a bush gives way
To a rabbit hoping toward the creek
Then another is not too far behind
A deer steps into the clearing nearby
An owl goes to sleep as a songbird sings
There have been no people here for ages
The plants can grow, animals can be free
But the developers are getting close
Utopia is under constant threat
If My Daughter Could Have it Better
I am my own worst nightmare, enemy
No I never learn my lessons easy
I decided the hard way was the best
Mom said I lied when the truth fit better
Others said, “You can’t.” I heard, “I dare you.”
My politics always offend many
I dated so many of the wrong man
I gave into vices for far too long
If there was a path of least resistance
I would run as far as I could away
Never wanting to ask for help, ever
I made my life so much more difficult
Then you came into my life, perfect girl
I want you to have it so much better
Best Mom Ever
Today on my flight to Sacramento
Jotting words with the pen she bought for me
The rainbow one with the “diamond” on it
She picked the one that says “best mom ever”
Most days I don’t feel I live up to that
Every single day feels so very long
No day is ever productive enough
I am always torn between being mom
And attempting to be my own person
There is always so much more work to do
Work at home, work at work, work to be mom
When I pick her up from school, she tells me,
“I missed you so much, Mom!” Then she hugs me
I hug her back and just try to enjoy
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