A career is … “What do you want to be when you grow up?” She asked of me- And with no answer I could give I knew right then and there That here were words So strong, so full of force, So pointed and deliberate, The question asked Would go unanswered At my peril. […]
Fields of green and white and red blocks of shape and color dread. What goes through her mind as she cuts and sews? How many times she’d wished she’d left how many time she wished she’d stayed?
I don’t know why she works so hard, Unless it is her love- Of colors, shapes, and symmetry Those puzzles made of cloth.
The world’s not worth coming back to right now. Especially where you are at. To travel from there to here: Makes a mockery of what you’ve accomplished, And will sap the life out of the work you are immersed in today, And will erase the future you would have had if you’d only stayed there.
And so it came to pass one day, While sitting, waiting for the bus, A group of Christians, born again, Did spy me, thinking I did sin, Because I read a book they shunned, A study guide about Mormons.