Back Porch Rocking Chair

Rocking on the back porch,

Thinking of you,

Of family.

The gurgling creek murmuring your name…

These days it’s not as odd to spend time with the ex-in-laws talking old times.

How many exes does it take to mark the spot

On the Treasure Map of Life?
We’re not prizes.

We’re not goals.

We’re fellow passengers.

The creek is never the same twice.

Neither are we.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s