Tuesday, July 01, 2014

Too Late?

Living so far from home
At first does not seem bad –
Enjoying all the freedom,
Away from Mom and Dad.

But when years turn to decades
That speed so quickly by,
I think about my family
And heave a great big sigh.

That sigh conveys so much
Of what I’ve missed these years:
Births and graduations,
And happiness and tears.

That sigh also represents
The friendships that have waned
And the Louisiana life
That once was so ingrained.

But can I move back home?
Have the changes been too great?
Can I readjust my life?
Or is it simply just too late?

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Just Another Sunday

It's just another Sunday:
Go to church, take a nap,
Except reminders everywhere
That a child's not in my lap.

"Stand up, all you Moms!
Here's a rose for all you mothers!"
While I sit here in my pew --
Just a Sunday like all others.

Don't forget me sitting here --
a longing in my heart --
It's not like other Sundays;
Today I'm not a part.

Countdown to Elianna!