The Throne-Altar
A symbol of wealth and prestige when created,
After centuries becomes commonplace
With repeated use
Even dirty or degraded to some
Infinitely taken for granted
Until it’s taken away
But regardless its beholden worth
remains a Throne ever still
Queasy times transform
the Throne to an Altar
Where once one perched in ease
Now kneels in groveling humility
Perhaps still taking for granted
But thankfully not quotidian
I much prefer the Throne
2.11.18
Teach Me to Sleep Through the Night
Teach me to fall asleep when I lay down
Teach me sleep in my own bed, no sound
Teach me to not wake up until it's light
I'm a sweet little girl who loves to bite
I've got six teeth and it gives Mom a fright
I love to put everything in my mouth
Such as furniture, shoes, and people who say Ouch!
Someday I'll grow up from this little phase
And Mom will wish we could return to these days
"Life was more simple when she was a baby
But we will accept whatever stage she be."
4.3.17
Dedicated to my firstborn
