Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thankful

In search of even ground to tread
a clearer path on which to wend
extensive tours within my head
were quaint but never did ascend
I thought of all the poems I'd penned
and helpful things I tried to say
ironically though, in the end
it took a child to chart the way.

2 comments:

Jinksy said...

Children hold many answers...

rch said...

so true, I never had any and my grandson is from my stepdaughter and I love him more than anything