Storms of Make Believe

A picnic in a rain storm

Was something we use to do

A little mommy and me time

That was just between us two

We’d hit up a local drive-thru

And get our favorite meal to go

Then race to our destination

So we could eat and enjoy the show

We would drive in slowly

Where the water was raining down

Then neon rainbow soap suds

Would be swooshing all around

It was easy to imagine

We were in a great big storm

Watching from inside our car

While keeping safe and warm

Then magically the sun came out

And the wind would blow us dry

We’d drive out looking good as new

Underneath a bright blue sky

How fondly I recall those days

Though dollars were few to spend

The simple sweet connectedness

Of us relishing pretend

8-27-2021

Wishful Thinking

31 Years ago today I gave birth to you and I don’t even know if you’re alive.

I like to think I’d know…in my heart…

There was a time when I think I would have, but that bond has long been broken now.

You were always a wild child leaving home at just 18.

I respect that you are grown and living life on your own terms.

It would be nice to hear from you every now and again…

But it appears that’s just my wishful thinking.