Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Roller coasters, comets, and rootbeer...

Family is, as the air I breathe,

A roller coaster I paid a lot to ride,

a child playing with a new toy,

A comet ride, destination unknown,

only knowing I won't let go.

It's the bubbles in my rootbeer,

light and fun,
not wanting rootbeer without it,
and sometimes
it makes me burp.

1 comment:

Kathy said...

Thanks for expressing your feelings so well. I love to read your poetry. I am learning so much!