Celebrate Responsibility
Back home before the fireworks,because I have a babyand babies are not freedom.Lets have fireworks on Labor Day and Mother’s Day and Father’s Day,and maybe not so late at night,to celebrate responsibility.
Back home before the fireworks,because I have a babyand babies are not freedom.Lets have fireworks on Labor Day and Mother’s Day and Father’s Day,and maybe not so late at night,to celebrate responsibility.
Little Miss Independentis careening (it’s the stage between walking and running)around the library.She’s heading for the door,her eyes are gleaming,and it’s a little scary.
Some progress seems to happen byjust keeping up with time.Some progress must be built from wreckagetime has left behind.
When we know better,we do better,they say.Not necessarily,but where there’s a willthere’s a way.
First things first,pick the thing that is worstand change it.Then do what’s next,but don’t change what’s best.Just rearrange it.
Some trees outlive us.Some trees we outlive.And if everything stayed aliveto shade our perfect lives we would have to bethe very first to die.
In these two weeks since I have written,the first warm days of spring have come,and we have spent no little timemaking up for lack of sun.And we have talked until we’ve foundwhere our sameness endsand then we’ve talked until we’ve … Continued