I was sitting here talking with my son’s girlfriend about this five minute Friday gig that I join almost every week. I was telling her how unexpected it was last week that I couldn’t come up with anything that worked. And she promptly gave me oodles of ideas that I could have used. I told her I should have talked to her last weekend! But this weekend we have the word Toward to work at. And what pops into my mind is the thought “toward the future”. Lets see where it takes us yes?
Toward the Future
Stopping I gasp
is it possible
could one thing
is off my to-do list?
Yes indeed, on this cold,
slightly windy Saturday my
metal has been taken off to
the recyclers, Bulbs have been
planted, mice cleaned and reorganized,
and leaves have been raked up!
WOOT WOOT, as I look
toward the future, it’s
looking a whole lot less
busy and that is a
wonderful thing!
My social scene at work
has changed a huge deal
lately. The kids (and yes, that
is very subjective) are moving
on, looking toward their futures.
They are leaving it seems
in droves. Kids I’ve gotten used
to, laughed with, shared hugs and
zucchini bread with, and now they
are moving toward brighter futures.
Some to marriage, others to school,
others to seeing other job
possibilities.
As much as I hate seeing them go,
at the same time I love that they
are stretching wings and seeing
what possibilities are held
looking toward the future.
Chatting with my lad
about how he’s working both
full-time and part-time. And he’s
young so can burn the candle at
both ends. He LOVES that he can
save money (for a house and future work)
and STILL have enough
money to help pay for needed
cat surgeries and for his hobbies.
Don’t you just love all
this future looking?!?!?!?!
It’s wonderful if we can just
switch our eyes toward something more.
I planted bulbs so carefully,
watched for them through lonely nights,
and now I see it, tearfully,
that I have not grown little lights,
just like my fine desk-hidden gat
with whose sleek looks I was quite smitten.
I often checked, but now think that
my gat will never have a gitten.
But at least there is no need to beg
the classic question any more
of primacy, chicken or egg,
for chicken went to groc’ry store
when he had a soft-boiled thirst;
thus, to quench it, egg came first!
I DUNNO andrew, I still think the chicken came first. 🙂