Surreal Dream

At one point, I was in the hospital. Something had happened to my legs – not sure what. A very dear friend was there, holding my hand an encouraging me. I went home, in a wheelchair (to a quite large apartment), determined to do more letter writing . When I got home, my mom was there and she had just […]

Sigh

Feeling harried, running late,Little things that irritate,Sitting idly, making plans,Color-coding them with crayons. Lots of good intentions here,But I notice with a tear,As computer screen grows hazy,All I seem to be is lazy. Children calling and intreating,I forget their childhood’s fleetingAs I sit here hour by hourIn my little cluttered bower.