I want to write a poem now
but really I'm too busy
I've got to get some gardening done and it's got me in a tizzy

chores and chores I hafta do
dishes, cooking cleaning
I need to focus focus
an somehow keep the meaning

keep the meaning of life in mind
trust in something better
maybe take a break to write
a long an poignant letter

but for now that dirt is callin,
a place to pull some ****,
***** knees and ***** hands
are really all I ever need

I will write again of worms an robins
an a glorious Vermont June
the month my sweet birthday comes
with my crescent waxing moon

another year just passes by
full of pain and full of bliss
I just raise a hand an I sigh,
cuz there's nothing
I would wanna miss

I just try to be ever grateful
for each day is a chance
to do it better
than I did the day before.

Ma Cherie ©2017