Heart-art...(and Headboards)

 One day last week Matt came home from his boss's house (where he was working)

 with a two-seater leather reclining couch with one recliner that no longer un-reclines!

Suffice it to say he was far more excited than Mother,

but with enough noise to wake up all of the village we live on the out-skirts of
(because we were stuck in the front doorway and it was pouring!!!)

we got it through the doors and upstairs!

I was sure it would NOT fit into his already too full room

and he was delight-fully-determined to prove Mother wrong.

In the process (yes, he got it to fit and thinks all the furniture on one wall

 minus a headboard for the bed looks just fine!)

He grinned bigger than I've seen him smile in ages.

 So who am I to interfere with such happiness, right?! 😉

ALL this to say, now I have a headboard sitting in the garage 

which has suddenly made cleaning up the garage a priority. 

And, now I'm grinning! 

I have an idea what to do with the headboard.

(I won't say 'stay tuned' because I've done that before

then life comes along and I need to re-prioritize 

and nothing more comes of the 'tune that didn't stay')

Life is always full of priorities being juggled and balanced, isn't it?!

Priorities, they push and pull

An invisible tug-of-war

As common spars with beautiful

The trouble between much and more

Priorities, they ebb and surge

And wash the shorelines of the heart

With such a blessing-giddy splurge

We hardly know where we should start

Priorities, an awesome charge

Of mind and body, heart and soul

Because this little skin-bone barge

Is instilled with a sacred toll

Priorities, they change and shift

With the unraveling of days

And keeps us humbled by the gift

Of Mercy’s ups-a-daisy ways

Priorities, the ink of choice

Is permanent, so guard its art

Because what dominates gives voice

To the poetry of the heart

© Janet Martin

p.s. see what became of the headboard here!