I noticed the broken flower pot on the front porch this morning, <br />One of the few gifts from Charley, more to my liking than sentimental, <br />Cat, dogs or kids, who broke it, I'll never know, <br />The mixed emotions I felt were hardly incidental, <br /> <br />We counted the colors on the weeping willow across the street, <br />There were eight altogether if you counted rust, <br />I made myself stop to enjoy the little things with the little boys, <br />The aroma of pancakes clinging as they caught the bus, <br /> <br />I came back in and refilled my coffee cup, <br />My mind still roaming in all directions, <br />I could have used a Border Collie or any herding breed, <br />To round up straying thoughts and make corrections, <br /> <br />Broken pots, colored leaves, pancakes and school buses, <br />Are the here and now for me although I thought all this was passed, <br />And the cats, dogs, kids, and weeping willows, <br />Make me happy with what little I have,<br /><br />Vallerie Lobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/counting-colors/
