WE’RE ALL THE SAME
WE’RE ALL THE SAME
From time to time, my eyes search the skies
If I bend an ear, I can hear the cries
It is for me to wonder, as I am perplexed
How life is at times, as real as it gets
The violence and anger portrayed day to day
It is for revenge, it is for justice some say
I am truely beholden, this way that I live
It is but one life given, for me to give
Round and round, the cycle of life bestows
Like our earth, round the sun it goes
Event after one, another continues onward
You would think lessons learned, from outside inward
Time goes by round the world as it turns
The violence unending as hearts fire burns
Is it for justice? Is it peace?
I continue to wonder, will it ever, ever cease
The gray of the day is the start
Yet the sun shines above all unseen
The gray blocks the needed D
Spirits of some are dampened
Yet the sun does shine above unseen
The rays penetrate not the gray
The laughter of hearts are still
In want of the shine and warmth
Yet the sun does shine nonetheless
Unseen due to the gray of the sky
The mysteries that lie beyond horizons wake
Delivers untold intities to thresholds unspecified
Questions arise in want of knowledge
Anwers of disparity for some
While for others, greater joy
So entails the cycle of horizons
Be as it may, be as it is
I called my mom early this morning to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day. She said I was the first to reach her and that it was ok because she had to get up anyway. The times we talk as usual lead to other topics. I’m going to Ohio in July and it will be good to see her.
Like a lot of moms, my mom made sure I knew how to take care of myself, like cooking, cleaning, laundry. Of course as a teenager you’re not into learning those necessities of life. I don’t do too bad these days….thanks to mom.
It is always a treat catching up with my mom. We laugh and talk and she sounds younger than ever. I still get good advice and she is good at listening.
My mom has always been a big part of my life and I will never take that for granted. I often look back on her guidance and know today that raising children is no easy task. Love, gratitude, thankful, appreciation, are just grains of sand in describing how much I appreciate my mom….love you mom!
Bare with me….I’m not always on top of my game.