In the winter I say,

"Let's run away somewhere warm!"

And in summer I'm told,

"Let's get away where it's cold!"

Life is long.

Life is short.

So many

Missions to

Abort

On the way to

Motherhood!

So many dreams to dissipate,

While I wait on the dryer to load,

But one thing is always constant:

The voice in my head

Saying, "You are my Poet!"

The vision in my mind

Telling me, "It's okay to be

Where you are til you get here,

Where everything will be fine,

And this gorgeous red velvet dress

Will fit you just right,

And the night will be yours

And even the day,

And no one can say

You didn't pay your dues.

No one, will say a word

Except wow!

Keep planting seeds!

Keep planting seeds!

Keep planting seeds!

Let them all grow!"

-jenn