by MonaLisaSmile4UEl Paso, Texas, USA
Jul 2010 909 Views 19 comments
LIFE'S A TRIP
I sit here in a darkened car,
With three small ones at my side,
All huddled in blankets escaping cold's spar.
Lack Of Money 's the train that we ride.
This train someday will halt its wheels.
A destination will come to pass.
Having boxes with more than just love for our meals,
And bags just full of faith in our grasp.
So in the tunnels of the deepest despair,
Three smiles appear to me.
All warmed with hope that can't compare,
This trip strengthens internally.
We play an imagination game,
And stories we tell out loud,
Of the future's treasures we soon will claim.
On departure, we'll stand right proud.
So when this train stops and we depart,
Like with most trips, we'll all have learned,
Life's journeys are lessons to make us smart,
For our wings we have to earn.
With three small ones at my side,
All huddled in blankets escaping cold's spar.
Lack Of Money 's the train that we ride.
This train someday will halt its wheels.
A destination will come to pass.
Having boxes with more than just love for our meals,
And bags just full of faith in our grasp.
So in the tunnels of the deepest despair,
Three smiles appear to me.
All warmed with hope that can't compare,
This trip strengthens internally.
We play an imagination game,
And stories we tell out loud,
Of the future's treasures we soon will claim.
On departure, we'll stand right proud.
So when this train stops and we depart,
Like with most trips, we'll all have learned,
Life's journeys are lessons to make us smart,
For our wings we have to earn.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
This is an older Poem of mine. I wrote this one many years ago, by candlelight. The power was out, it was winter, and very, very cold. We had just finished telling stories to each other. Stories of how these hard times, would be so much better one day in the future. Well, My 3 (angels)children then fell asleep beside me, on the couch. We all were under a big blanket to keep us warm. I remember that they looked so very sweet when they were sleeping. The oldest girl asleep, leaning against me, my middle girl asleep, leaning on the oldest, and my baby boy, asleep, leaned against her. Like cute little sleeping dominos. Anyway, I wrote this one that night, while being the biggest domino. . . . LOL . . I hope that you all enjoy it. (warm smile) and Be Blessed Always.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Life is such a trip, made all the more beautiful by the mutual support and warmth we provide each other All huddled in blankets escaping cold's spar. Thank you for sharing this lovely read to enjoy as we try to earn our wings!
rob
Thank you Monslisasmile for digging a older poem out for us
Ljj..
And stories we tell out loud,
Of the future's treasures we soon will claim.
On departure, we'll stand right proud.
Journeys are so hard sometimes
and one that I held no crimes
my child around me
as you say
For our wings we have to earn.
Beautiful deep thought
MonaLisaSmile4u
Keep growing that garden
SS