We feast on a home cooked breakfast, <br />Fried eggs, grits, delightfully seasoned pork chops, <br />Freshly baked banana bread, <br />A lovely grapefruit <br />And a great pot of fragrant caramel coffee. <br /> <br />During the work week, never is there time to savor <br />These precious moments, delighting in brief moments, <br />In the goodness that can be… <br /> <br />We wake early, race to complete those never-ending <br />Home front chores.. <br />To race off...driving an hour and half away... <br />Did Samantha have her insulin? ? ? <br />Did you switch that the laundry around? ? ? <br />I walked the dogs. <br />Can you iron my shirt? ? <br />Honey, can you transfer some money into my account, <br />I need to make the truck payment today. <br />I have to work late...can you pick up bread and milk? ? <br />I made the bed and put the dishes in the dishwasher. <br />I need gas...I must leave early, <br />love you...be back around <br />8: 30 tonight. <br /> <br />Our pace is <br />Our strength <br />At least that is what we tell our selves… <br /> <br />Maybe this New Year <br />We can stop… <br />Walk on the beach, <br />Read Robert Frost, draw my beloved birds, <br />paint, <br />Write poetry… <br />contemplate our lovely world… <br />Maybe, this New Year. <br /> <br /> <br />January 1,2005 ~ <br />Bell's Island, North Carolina<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maybe-this-new-year/
