tending to our garden
planting peonies and orchids
solemnly growing so florid

from generation to generation
our kids can frolic and play
symbolic of our love's stay

A puppy and kitten were talkin’,
"I’m cute!" — "I’m cuter!" But then…

A baby chicken came walkin’ —
The cutest is the babe of the hen!

I planted a seed,
I’m watching it grow —

Praying for both rain and sun.

What did I plant?
You reap what you sow.

The waiting is half of the fun.

Apples and oranges and peaches are nice.
Add a banana and cinnamon spice

Sugar so sweet, a pinch of salt too —
A bowl or a salad?

Well that’s up to you!

Monday and Tuesday
Went pretty fast.

It's the beginning of summer —
I hoped they would last.

I'm watching the clock,
The slow hands, not fast.

I'll make Wednesday tick slower...
Oops — Wednesday just passed!

I have a snake
That slithers and slides.

So green in the grass —
It's easy to hide.

Today is his birthday,
I made him a cake.

Happy birthday to Sammy,
My slithering snake

Stop blaming yourself
for faults of other people
Stop trying to save everybody
when you are drowning too

sure, it's a good feeling to be the savior
but slowly you're becoming the one that needs to save
Your emotions gather into a huge wave
and it will be late when you realize
you are the only one that stayed on the beach

Stop blaming yourself,
and make others taste their own medicine

Let yourself do the mistakes
you always excused others for
And no its not childish
to allow yourself not to be perfect

After all, we all are just
kids in a grown-up bodies

today I looked at my mom and saw the little girl beneath, the little girl just like me, trying to make it through life, pretending to be grown.

They say to learn discipline
you have to train your brain like a  dog.
So to heal, do I raise my heart like a child?
I put bandaids on cuts that are a little over minor.
I cannot risk help that is greater than me
afraid it might be diagnosed with something fatal.
I say you cannot indulge in memory of who is now
when your mind is supposed to sleep by 8.
I hold it's hand in big unfamiliar places.
I say it's okay to express yourself
but when expression turns into deflection
I thought it may be time for a nap.
I fed you portion sizes bites of courage
I don't remember why I always fed you chunks of lost hope.
I am sorry.
I let you roam outside to explore and play.
You come back with a small scrape.
I haven't let you back outside for a while.
I'm afraid you find no joy in playing anymore.
You have dreams of going to back to who was then.
Riding the roller coaster of emotions.
Cotton candied hope.
never ending building blocks of devotion.
doesn't it sound fun?
Horrifying.
I've whipped my brain into a machine.
My heart has it's own mind.
I think it's okay to let my heart grow and touch what's
outside of me once in awhile.