Birthday Poem for John Buchtel!!!

THE OLD SHED

My daughter asked, ¨What did you do today¨?

I answered, ¨I wrote a poem¨.

There were tears in my eyes,

Considering how life passes by and time flies.

We talked of love, union, projects, dreams…

Talking without words; life is not what it seems.

The bed was made, errands done, the food cooked,

Something more was left unsaid…

The deep cleaning, details, organizing the messy old shed…

My daughter asked what I did today,

¨I wrote a poem¨, is all I could say.

¨Maybe my children need something more¨?

It left my heart hurting, aching 
with mistakes and misgivings in living I bore.

I hope in some way to make amends

(And end this poem on a happier note,)

With all that I have lived, sung, and wrote!

      By: Karla