i-rant

In a Place That is So Different from Home

Maia my daughter at camp away are you making new friends on this day?
What new things have you tried this week?
In a place that is so different from home.

As you run through the woods or jump in the lake
Or tell your new friends of your dreams as you wake
Do you stop and look around and appreciate?
In a place that is so different from home.

So many games so many crafts
so many sheep so many calfs
so many songs and plays in which you act
in a place that is so different from home.

There is learning and playing and singing and praying
friends you talk to and some you hold on to
You are growing and going thinking and knowing catching and throwing
in a place that is so different from home.

So I ask you this day to look around and say to yourself as you read this poem
„how can I try and record this in my mind to grow and change and share what I find
with my family that is waiting for me at home.“

For we are dreaming of you having fun in the sun
Playing with friends and eating hot-dogs on a bun
Reading your books when you need to be alone
In a place that is not so different from home.

Love, Dad

….thats better.

When the moon rises and the stars hide
I shuffle my feet and swallow my pride
I consider the world in which I reside
and sigh

For the things I own and the things I desire
cannot match the things that matter
It is what we nurture and what we grow
It is who we help and what we know
It is what we say when we don’t have to speak
It is what we don’t when we know we shouldn’t

never mind, this is going nowhere….

You know what I mean.