While My Son Grew, I Slept

My son chanted, “I’m happy, I’m happy” for the first time today,

But I did not hear him,

I lazed in bed catching extra ZZZs.

My son played enchanted in the garden today,

But I did not notice,

My mind was not there.

My son lay on the sidewalk mesmerized as ants marched by,

But I did not see him,

I was too busy checking IMs on my cell phone.

I missed my son smiling, sniffing the petals of

A brightly coloured, fragrant flower today,

I was mired in the World Wide Web.

My son engineered his first earthen levee today,

Along the edge of his playground world, where rain and runoff trickle,

While I hunkered down deep inside my adult world under cover.

My son climbed his first small tree today,

But I did not see his joy,

I was too busy playing Call of Duty.

My son’s world is filled with soft air and brighter colours,

his mornings more fragrant than they’ll ever be again.

My son’s amazing too few toddler years flew by

but I missed them -

I was too busy
Twitter Tweeting Instagram Facebooking
His young life away
And I slept.

LR 2011.01.29

My Life Flew By

Relative to the age of the universe,

In contrast to the age of earth and rock,

Compared even to the life of a tree,

We humans gallop towards death.

Our lives are over in a flash,
before we know it.

How much we choose to do each day,

What we accomplish each minute,

How we fill each precious second,

slows that sprint towards the end,
just a little wee bit.

LR 2011.01.30

Childhood

... that wonderful time of life

when all you need to do to lose weight

is take a bath.

Anonymous