Moments

That’s your emotionally scarring story! –Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz

Not all moments are created equal

But that doesn’t mean

They didn’t happen

Because they did

What was joyful to one

Is destroying to another

What is full of peace

Can be full of war

Perspective gives more than you know

 

Stand Tall

Sometimes we must taste the bitter
For without it
How can we know the sweet
Without the sorrow
How can we know the joy
Without the dark
How can we rejoice in the light

For even the angel Moroni
Is hit by lightning at times
Standing as he does
Atop the temple of the Lord
Trumpet raised to the sky
Ringing out the truth
For all the world to hear

Dragon Guilt

Guilt is the thing that lets you know

Just how far from the path you go

That you’ve wandered far and near

Letting go of what you hold dear

 

It’s a sign of when to turn back

So that your happiness you won’t lack

So turn back once you feel

Like off your skin you want to peel

 

Just like the boy who turned into a dragon

You find you really want to be on the wagon

Huddling close to family and friends

Knowing that with them you want to find an end


Little poem inspired by Eustace Scrubb from Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis and the trouble he gets himself into. Also by the revisit of Dungeon Prompt: Guilt – Illuminating or Engulfing the Darkness.

Just Another Day

Hardened hands

Dirt encrusted

Wet and too dry

Tired and cracked

Reaching gently out

Nudging one kid

Away from the teat

Time for another

To have their treat

Mother tries to move away

Too many kids

Lifting up her legs

Cracked and dirty hands push away

“Only two at a time

Don’t o’erwhelm her.”

Gentle, but tired

The voice rings out

Tired arms reach down

Hefting up mewling kids

Cuddle three of the small ones

Quiet them and watch

As Mother feeds the other two

Calmer now she’s not rushed

Just another day.

Different, But the Same

She’s quiet

She’s loud

She’s soft

She’s hard

She laughs

She cries

She spins around

She’s never still

She reads

She writes

She never stops

She never starts

 

Nothing I do will quiet her, but at the same time, she never seems too loud.

My inner voice is quiet the character depending on whose costume she’s currently wearing.

Revisit of the Dungeon Prompt: Inner Voice.

So Dark

It’s so dark out here,

So dark and glorious

The stars peek out

One by one by one

Two and threes and fours

The whole Milky Way swimming by

It’s so dark out here,

So bright and full of stars

The moon shines down

Smiling and giving light

Piercing through the dark

It’s so dark out here

Black and thick

Wrapped around you like a quilt

Protecting you from the light of day

Slumber well at night

Everything

Family is:
 
Home
Safe
Fun
Happiness
Laughter
Sorrow
Tears
Anger
Joy
Pain
Memories
Beginnings
 
It is Everything
 

Family is what you make just as much as what you are born to. Just because you share blood doesn’t mean you will share love. Love is a choice even when, no, especially when we don’t want it to be.

Dungeon Prompt: Family

 

You Will Be Missed

There has never been a time in my life where President Packer wasn’t sitting up on the stand waiting patiently for his turn during General Conference. Hearing his voice speaking was always very soothing no matter how upset I had been before.

The time you spent

Here with us

Has quite quickly flown by

Missed, you will be

But we know

That there are others

Who have missed you just as much

So enjoy this time you have with them

And Bless you for the time we had with you.

In Honor of President Boyd K. Packer

Just Tired

There are times when I wonder

Just I keep going

Wouldn’t it be easier

To roll over and quit?

But where would that get me?

All that energy

All that time

Wasted?

No

Quitting is only slightly less

Than never even trying

But still…

Would it kill the world to give me a break for half an hour?


Nothing’s wrong, just tired. It’s the day after helping my sister clean her apartment, pack it up and get generally ready to move the very. Next. Day. Just tired.

Also, managed to hit myself in the knee from the side with a flower pot. Now it’s all sore and bruised and stuff. Go me.