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?

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.