I’ve learned this week,SomethingI knew alreadyBut 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 tiredMy mom hates to build trails.He helped her.He learned.He’s still learningEveryone is.

Me,I found two things,They are sort of one,Violin and poetry.They go hand in handIt takes a long time to do eitherI love projects

We,Found somethingSomething we loved to doAs long as each of us are happy,We all areWe work at our joys,Have fun,Daydream.Now I understandIt.Makes.Sense