I've learned this week,
Something
I knew already
But not well
My mother,
She sits at her desk.
Typing.
Writing.
Scribbling furiously.
I felt sorry for her.
I thought she hated it.
My father,
He used to sit at his computer,
Frowning.
He’s good at numbers,
But he’s tired
My mom hates to build trails.
He helped her.
He learned.
He’s still learning
Everyone is.
Me,
I found two things,
They are sort of one,
Violin and poetry.
They go hand in hand
It takes a long time to do either
I love projects
We,
Found something
Something we loved to do
As long as each of us are happy,
We all are
We work at our joys,
Have fun,
Daydream.
Now I understand
It.
Makes.
Sense
West Lake Hills, Texas
