I have a tedious job.
Sometimes makes me run, jump backwards
into a childhood abyss of infinite questions,
unending energy, continuous joy,
and mischief, musn't forget mischief.
Other times, I fly in slow motion,
like a bubble, my mind bounces
with the breath of potential,
the scent of innocence,
the cooing sounds of life practicing
its voice, preparing to sing.
"Are you tired?" my daughter asks.
"Not at all," I lie.
The benefits are priceless.
(Submitted to Poets United.)
(Have been baby sitting my grandson Ian, 4 years old, and baby sister Mya, 2 months old. Both my daughter and son-in-law are completing some courses and need some help from grandma. So it's fun and games for me this week and periodically for the next few months. Though I always tell myself I'm going to post as usual while I'm with the kids, it never happens. I'm too tired by nighttime. That's why I haven't been around much. I'm home this week though, so I'll be reading all your wonderful posts.)