In a Perfect World

In a perfect world,

if I were truly free to be the better me

I would not worry about a roof over my head

nor strive to keep my lights on or the cupboards full

I would pack up my worries and live in a mountain town

and watch the seasons pass and write.

I would pen short stories, and poems, and novels,

and share the history of family.

I would explore this world

and photograph its wonders.

I would spend my days with my children

and share my heart, so they would

always understand just how much

I treasure each one.

I would have time to do all that I desire

and never worry about time

slipping by too quickly.

 

Screen Shot 2018-09-15 at 12.46.53 PM

Poetry Prompts Day 14 ~ If I Were Me

1

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s