Outside Right... NaPoWriMo Day 3

Feeling a little bit sentimental as I watch my boys grow into young men...

Outside Right

Just when I thought I had it all figured out
You came along and turned my world rightside up.

The grey depths of your eyes beckoned with care

Pulling me in, sheltering me there.

A small flash of smile, a dimple or two

Giggling and squealing and laughing anew.

Tiny fingers, always so sticky and sweet

I always knew you were my special treat.

Each day that you grow, I feel you pulling away

But the bond doesn’t break, it’s strong and will stay.

Thank you for flipping all the wrongs outside right

You strengthened my heart with your special light.

Finding my inner poet... Day Two

Deep breath - here goes... please don't judge too harshly, I can hardly believe I'm putting this out to the world in the state that it's in...

Path to Pathos

Who thought of this disorganized plan—
no balance, no structure, no rules,
it’s all confusion, intrusion, illusion

What is this place we call life—
it pulls, it pushes, it undulates
without reason, or rhyme, or treason

Where do we go from here—
disjointed, unplanned, yet connected
to each, we beseech, and impeach

When does this misery end—
it won’t resolve from within nor without,
it surrounds, it resounds, all around

Why call it freedom—

it’s a trap, a cage, all chaos
let’s engage, not enrage, let's restage.