What seemed so light moments before threatened to pull her down into the depths of despair
Every time it happened it took so much strength to try to pick up the pieces and try to move on
It was no use. She broke.
Giving way to the gravity of it all, she sunk to the floor
Her eyes teared up, the heavy drops of water falling
They were children!
Reaching into the sack, he handed his daughter a small potato
And her look of disappointment hurt his heart so much
That was the best he could do, at least she would have something in her tummy tonight
If he could do more, he would
Only if he gave her more now, she would go without later that week
Now to bully his hunger into being quiet until he got her to bed
Couldn’t stand being put in one when she was young
Objecting to the degrading idea of facing the epitome of a box
Realizing she never wanted to be inside that construct ever again
Now she does her own thing while society fiddles and burns
Energized knowing she is living her best life
Regretting that the rest of humanity decided not to follow her and stayed in the …
How many bunnies would she see in the morning?
Or maybe baby chicks wandering the yard
Perhaps she would see neither, but their chocolate and jellybean relics will remain
Eager to push her buttons
Denise kept asking her mommy why
Giving her mommy the gift of a headache and a short-fused temper
Eventually, after fifteen more whys, the temper exploded
Penelope looked at her kids and shook her head
Loving them was usually so easy, even if they were little witches
Until they broke something. This time it was the toilet
Now she needed to put on her rubber gloves and pull out her weapon of choice
Going into the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks for a second
Everything was covered!
Readying for her weapon, she battled the summoned demon back down the bowl and flushed.
He normally didn’t care about his reputation
Others could go screw themselves if they wanted to judge him
Now though, his whole world was flipped upside-down
On this day he had become a father
Responsible to this precious little girl…
Floating through the air
Origami wings fluttering in the wind
Leaves a trail of delightful children’s squeals
Dancing lazily in the muted sunbeams
A collection of things that mean so much to the curator
Love wrapped in plastic and placed in a binder
Building the history of a lifetime one photo at a time
Until it is placed away on a shelf where it awaits the proper time
Meaning the time to pull it out when her first boyfriend visits
Know how to fly, little one?
It involves string, cloth, structure, and magic
The first three are needed to make the object
Eventually the last is provided by the young ones watching it soar
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
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