rooted in the blessedness of routine
there’re seldom mysteries anymore
like a child’s gender until her first breath
days, months, years soldier march
waffles, grilled cheese, spaghetti
broken records of the same thousands
of moments life slides by on its way
somewhere kids outgrow things
while you misplace you believing
the contentment of life in the ordinary
when one day
Hints are Purposely Left
To a Secret but Disbelieving
His stealth That’s not Him and
You’re Insane because You
Thought you Knew
Everything But you have no Idea
Where he’s Taking you
Hey! Click on the 100 Word Challenge badge right there and join in the party! Thanks, Tara, for being our new spot to play. I really have no idea where I am going, or packing instructions, and I am going crazy not knowing. He pulled one over on me!
