Day 30. It seems like the month just started, but here we are at the end. Prompt: write a “back in the day” poem. I have three.
Serenity now
I used to hate the serenity prayer
but eventually I accepted it
only so far, nobody has granted me
the wisdom to know the difference.
Ashes
I remember Monday
like it was yesterday
before our dog was ashes
in a velvet-wrapped box.
Live every moment with love
because Father Time
is neither cruel nor kind,
he’s simply passing by.
Another life
In another life
I was made of trust
my sleeve-heart an easy target
In another life
I partied wild-child style
to take all the sharp edges off
In another life
I sat in the dark
afraid of my own shadow
In another life
I rocked a child
as if I could make that moment last
