"A Crossroad"

by Chelsea Bednar from her high school sketch book

A Crossroad

So dainty, so pastel fresh
these newly sprouting buds
stretch toward the light.
No thinking involved,
no decisions to make.
Spring doesn't require it.

There are times I wish
I could turn to Mother
like I used to,
have her comb my hair,
sing me a song, read
my favorite story,

tell me everything
will be all right.  If only
I could turn back time
to the way things
used to be.  But just
for one night -

before she hands me
the dreaded list of
Saturday morning chores.

by Margaret Bednar, April 13, 2014


Linked with "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Routines" with Grace.   This poem is a bit more wishful thinking on my part, I'm sure as my oldest daughter is probably having way too much fun in college to really wish for the old routine - but I do.

This poem is for her - with a little bit of sweetness, a little bit of sass (just like her).

For the month of April, I am participating in NaPoWriMo2014 or National Poetry Writing Month.  The website is HERE.

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