rock-ish.
Rummaging through a whole bunch of papers this evening, I found a poem scribbled on the back of the “Behavior Observation Record” given to us while E-Niner was in the hospital this spring.
I usually don’t keep poems I write, because they pretty much suck. This one didn’t get plopped into the recycling bin because I thought that one day I might set it to music. Seems kind of rock-ish. But let’s be honest, here. The furthest this little ditty is getting is 15 minutes of fame on my small-ish blog.
Can’t sleep.
Thoughts creep
inside my brain
about this train
ride of pain.
“No pain, no gain,”
that’s what they say
when they’re okay.
‘Cause when it’s you
that don’t seem true.
Just want one clue
that we’re headed in the right direction.
Are we headed in the right direction?
You ROCK!! And, so does this poem.
Yeah, I hear it like a song! Are we headed in the right direction, over and over again. I think it’s great –