There sits a child talking to a tree
About the long day and how things turned out to be
…And as I talked to her-the tree
She humbly smiled and replied to me:
-“This green was of concrete, paved so harshly to stop my growth.
Little I was, hungry for the sun at birth.”
She leaned down as she whispered to me.
Then I thought about my broken nail, my missing shoe, the lost signal, the text I couldn’t send you
Things that ruined my day
They were not concrete in my way!
So I dust off my skirt, with one shoe on
I go back inside my comfortable home
Thankful for how things turned out to be
See sometimes when you’re upset, all you need is a talking tree!
I’m shocked to find such treasures
On a bright screen
In a dark room
I satisfy my pleasures
Blogs full of thought, I found what I sought, and I try to thank you for what you wrote
With a short comment, a short note.
Wars forced us to leave many houses behind
So home was a suit case, then a hotel, then peace of mind
I wander to meet trees that don’t know my name
I try to start a conversation, but people think I’m insane
My roots were dislocated and sometimes I feel suffocated
Then I remember,
Home was never far behind
Home is a place here in my mind
In a treasure chest only my eyes can see
I hide things that make me, me.
There you’ll find treasures of my own
poems too personal, drawings so imperfect, and sand from back home.
But here (in the blog world) I find chests open wide.
So I throw the key and join the fight.
I see monsters in the park, impatiently cursing the sun missing the dark.
I see paws digging beneath a stone.
Tail wagging so happy to find his old bone.
While his owner impatiently waits to make the drive back home.
The ripples in my glass of water were my proof,
There are little creatures that I can not see…
There are small things, smaller than me!
But here I stand on my kitchen floor
so much bigger yet feeling so small.