I’ve been struggling this week as a mom, feeling like a failure because my house is beyond messy and my voice is too quick to rise. And then my fourth grader shows me an excellent acting job in her Drama Class performance and gives me extra snuggle time in the morning just because I need it. And then my seventh grader tells me how glad she is that we can really talk about things and writes a poem that makes me shake my head in wonder. I guess I’m doing something right.
Today’s Poetry Friday round-up is hosted by Wild Rose Reader.The Third Level
Someday,
But nobody can tell you when,
Somewhere,
But nobody can tell you where:
Something
Will change your life.
The choice is a door,
Open one path, close the other.
The opportunity is a bird,
You have to catch it before it flies away.
True,
Life goes on,
As it did,
A life of two levels.
But someday,
And nobody can tell you when,
Somewhere,
And nobody can tell you where:
That third level opens
And we have to choose,
Which life
to let go.
Also, a reminder that Monday is the last day to submit your favorite/best post of the year related to children’s literacy or literature to the December Carnival of Children’s Literature. It will be hosted by the amazing Jen Robinson, and posts can be submitted through the Carnival website form, where you should select “carnival of children’s literature.” (Though I have to admit, I’m tempted to investigate “carnival of the vanities.”)
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