Saturday, September 11, 2010
A Delicate Dance
The delicate dance of the week,
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday (we’re halfway there,)
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, then Sunday’s (finally) here.
Piano, spelling, chores, church,
Homework, lunches, Scouts, school,
Math, practice, dinners, delays.
We dance from day to day,
from week to week,
from month to month,
from year to year.
This intricate, exhausting dance.
This poem is dedicated to my sweet husband, Steve, who is my partner in this crazy dance we call life.