Saturday, July 2, 2011
We used to be a colony; today we're just a crowd.
We party on the fourth, and do it very loud.
The rockets glare and light the night; the huddled masses swoon.
A tummy full of yummy treats will have some yawning soon.
As day and night begin to fade, we say goodnight to friends.
Return to homes remembering, the hope this freedom brings.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
When I was small we went to the beach. I found a lovely shell, but one of my pesky brothers chose to fling my shell into a small pond. It skimmed the water creating ripples that eventually reached me, crying, by the pond's side.
Everyone tried to console me, saying, "one day you'll find another shell like this one." Years went by but no shell took it's place. Yet when I saw this photo from space I realized my shell had gone to heaven! Well, thinking that way, it seems to have satisfied the child within me.
Hey, look at those ripples! As they come closer I smile, as my heart is shelling out a memory. Closure is sweet.