Author: maiamom

Mankind is in a dither.

We are messing up the earth.

Nature’s sending wake-up calls.

We’re more bother than we ‘re worth.

I tied a ribbon to a dream

and drew it close for you.

Wrapped my arms around a rainbow,

and brought it nearer, too.

I tucked a four-lear clover neath

the corner of your bed.

Then, sprinkled it all with moon beams

to light your night ahead.

We’re heading down to see the Fair.

We’re running at full gallop.

We find excitement ev’rywhere.

We’re Doing the Puyallup!

A garden is a miracle.

It makes the broken whole.

It fills the eyes with beauty.

It feeds body, mind, and soul.

May you take a magic carpet ride.

May  you find a four leaf clover.

May leprechauns bring a pot of gold.

And, then, may you do it over.

The kids are heading back to school.

They’re lining up to catch the bus.

What they’re learning, at work and play,

sets the future for all of us.

May this Blessing wrap around you –

–nestle you within its arm –

—comfort you and make you happy—

—-give you shelter from all harm.

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The Uvalde children haunt me.

Other kids head back to class.

And, somewhere, down in Texas,

children lay beneath the grass.

A bright little pumpkin sits at my back door.

It simply reminds me that summer is o’er.

I don’t know why the caged bird sings.

I think I’d find it hard

to never get to lift my wings

in a cage that’s locked and barred.