rhyme time

wasting time
trying to rhyme
is no crime
though not sublime
is a past-time
that i'm
doing in meantime

new school year

the start of a new school year
I can't believe it's already here

I'm not sure that I can bear
all the craziness that is in the air

not much time left for son at home
I guess it's just mommy syndrome

soon enough the year will be done
and I'll wonder where it has gone

plodding along

don't know what lies ahead
sometimes I feel better off dead

things are tough and it often seems
I just want to escape in my dreams

but it can't be done, not for real
so I stick it out until

the end is here, don't know when
but keep plodding until then

hurts so much

it all hurts so much
I can't describe

how my heart is torn
and things don't jibe

too much pain
I can't go on

although I know I must
no matter where the feeling's gone

I want to stay numb
that seems the only way

to take a step, to stay afloat
and I'll try to pray

feeling caught

feeling caught
between a rock
and a hard place

feeling distraught
over you being
within that space

knowing what's wrought
there and what
you'll have to face

I have never bought
into the rhetoric
on which they base

all their teaching is fraught
with; while I've tried
to make my case

it's you who sought
to enter into this
daily race

and while I've fought
to keep you here,
I hope there is a trace

of what you ought
to know, allowing them
nothing to erase

learn from the movies

went for a movie to see
guess what-Toy Story 3
had a message for me
guess what that would be
kids are growing up finely
and though my eyes get blurry
it should make me happy

moving about

moving about
rather slow

concentrating
on how to go

slow and steady
there's no rush

except in my mind
I try to push

learning to walk
or so it seems

can be tedious
to my life stream

in front of the
other goes one foot

heel to toe
in shoes, not a boot

when will the
healing be complete

when will I be back
completely on my feet