 So my Wabi Sabi motto for the day is acceptance. You know... the whole do what you can and what you can't embrace. What choice do you have? What helps me, more than anything else, is faith and art. Faith means belief in what we can't see right in front of our egocentric noses. Art is the same thing. The process of both brings immense peace. And so, here is my second poem. Again, not curing cancer, but hopefully one more ditty my kids can remember their odd mother by. (And no, this poem has nothing to do with my marriage. Rex and I never fight or disagree. We are the uber ideal couple. Come on, now! Good Shouting There’s shouting going on upstairs I can’t say exactly why But Mama’s screaming something ‘bout “If I cook one more meal I’LL DIE.” When she finishes yelling about stepping on trucks And M.I.A. lids from sippy cups My daddy, well, then he starts right in... Something about debt that we’re living in And then I hear words like “credit card” And for some reason a slipper – it flies pretty hard Right out of the bedroom And onto the landing (Which makes me think Mommy is not understanding_ And then there is silence… like that’s all they got Until Mom starts to cry, but dad adds “Nice shot!” And then for no reason that I see at all I hear giggling through their bedroom walls It starts out all quiet like but then it gets louder And soon laughter is raining like spilled baby powder And then I hear “sorry’s” and a few “I love you’s” And then the door shuts So my guess is the two Of them are likely chatting About how good I can be Maybe wrapping a present they don’t want me to see One thing for sure is that night over dinner Papa is smiling – (And my dad – he’s no grinner) So whatever was wrong I guess now is right It’s crazy how good stuff can come from a fight CommentsLynn777 08/13/2010 07:19
Really like this one. Keep up the good work! 08/13/2010 13:57
Thank you everyone. Stacey 08/17/2010 20:57
I love your poem, and I love how honest you are about marriage. I once threw a piece of bacon at my hubby when I was ticked off, but he finished the fight by dumping a full glass of milk over my head. We weren't playing, and it wasn't a fun fight. The hubby is very serious about his vittles and wouldn't waste them without good reason. I think that was the closest we've ever come to domestic violence (it was during the newly-wed phase). Leave a Reply |  ArchivesApril 2009 Online DegreesSocial work is a profession for those with a strong desire to help improve people's lives. Earn your masters degree in social work. CategoriesAll 
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