I tripped over a hockey-bag while starting laundry, when I heard the bus pull up...Victoria always looks for Mom's 'see-you' wave...
He asks, with eyebrows raised
If ‘do I think that possibly
I miss the thrill of knowing
My full potentiality
Implying, ‘Here
Among the mundane-ness
Of household chores
and such’
He dangles it as ‘nothings’
…all these things that I call love
And do I think it is enough?
The noise of boys
And toys
And ‘little things'
Which fill me with
Ten-thousand unnamed joys
He asks me if ‘I
never
Long for more than merely
this?’
I wonder, does he mean smiles, hugs
Or pudgy, smudgy toast-crumb kiss?
And then, he lays before me
What he calls a golden ladder
Promising money,
As though it could buy
Those things
That really matter
© Janet Martin
He doesn't realize you've been at the top of the "golden ladder" for quite a while :-)
ReplyDeletecan you feel something? ;) yeah, it's a great big hug(()) Your words make my day!
DeleteI'm so glad, Janet. Big hugs!
DeleteIf you offer me a job of eating those cookies I'll take it!!
ReplyDelete;-0...they are yummy!
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