A poem for you.

I took a detour

On my way to you…

I stopped along the outskirts

Of the woods you used to own,

And picked a couple handfuls

Of the wildflowers that we thought once, ours…

***

It breaks my heart a little

To pluck these beauties

From the earth,

But I can’t stop myself…

They’re more to me

Than a vase full of apologies…

They scream,

“I won’t forget you!”

I couldn’t.

***

And now – As much as it pains me

To separate them from the ground…

My heart tells me

That they no longer belong to this fertile soil.

***

You, Wildflower,

Are soon to be taken from this earth…

With so many lives

Lived in those

Vibrant yellow petals.

You will forever be remembered as

Growing tall,

Wherever the winds carried you.

***

Free…

Beautiful…

Loved…

Wild…

That’s how I’ll forever see you.

***

 

 

My Resume for being a decent human being.

My Decent Human Being resume:

  • I move earth worms from concrete to grass.
  • Stray grocery carts in the parking lot get placed in their proper spots when I’m around…I also feel obligated to bring the CVS cart back inside – There’s no where to put it! I want to write them a letter about it, but I don’t – So that makes me feel decent too.
  • I give the buttered parts of the toast to my dog – Even the LAST bite.
  • I concern myself with the feelings of others…to a fault – I actually practice trying to NOT worry about what other people think…it’s downright tough.
  • My goal in life is to be the best version of me…whoever that may be. I enjoy exploring my options:)
  • It bothers me that paved roads have separated trees and created roadkill.
  • Some mornings…the beauty of the sunrise actually brings me to tears.
  • I openly admit to having double standards.
  • I don’t enjoy compliments.
  • I pray for squirrels.
  • A butterfly’s near miss at death by windshield fills my soul with relief.
  • I apologize to my children.
  • I pray for celebrities. For real – I prayed for Brit through the rough patch.

Seriously, I feel like I should be lying on a couch, discussing these things with a paid professional. You readers will have to suffice.

  • I lie awake at night worrying that I’m scarring my children…praying to be a better mother.
  • I give my stuff away – Like, for real…a cashier complimented my shoes the other day and I asked her if she wanted them. I’m pretty sure she took offense, but I can’t control that.
  • I find it amusing when people are rude to me for no reason. It literally makes my day sometimes.
  • I love proving myself wrong and doing something just plain stupid…“You thought you were so smart, eh???” lol
  • If I have to go back home for something…or get turned around in traffic – I always assume that my life has just been saved. No such thing as a coincidence in traffic, y’all.
  • I really like imperfections.
  • Sometimes metaphors feel like reality to me.
  • I can’t stand politics.

 

:))))))) Hopefully I get the position as a decent human being! lol

XOXO, Beck

 

I brake for birds.

The neighborhood threeway stop

Had my foot on the brake.

No cars in any direction…

Just a bird…

Walking across the street.

I watched the little winged creature

Take his morning stroll,

And all I could do was wonder, why?

I was stopped longer than necessary,

Stupefied.

***

Why aren’t you flying high, little one?

Why have you grounded those gorgeous

Wings of yours?

Do you need a minute to think?

Are you sick of sharing the sky?

Do you need a new perspective?

Are you tired?

***

Sometimes we all need a break from our natures.

If only to remember that we need to return to ourselves…

To effortless living…

To what feels right.

***

So walk a bit little birdie…

But don’t take too long to get back

Where you belong.

Flying high – Dipping and diving…

Your spirit’s smile,

Greeting each new day’s morning.

***

-Becky Moore