Realization of ones own simplicity

So, I decided to read a few blogs before writing another bit of trivial nonsense and came to the realization that I am a very simple person. People write about religion, the economy, the environment and I write about feelings and random thoughts. I try to give my attention to these blogs but it resembles reading textbooks in school. I never was very good at that, having to read and reread to get the information into my head. Does this make me a useless piece of flotsam in this world? Actually, sometimes when I become aware of the amazing volume of lives on this planet this is a feeling that arises. What am I but a bit of driftwood on the huge ocean of life. Just floating hither and yon wherever circumstances push me. Of possible use but one might never know unless noticed and retrieved for use of some kind. Hmmmm.

The Littlest Bird

Small in size

Swift of wing

Never at rest

Does it ever sing

A streak in the sky

Was it there at all

At the edge of your eye

Give your friends a call

Go ahead and spread the word

You're sure you saw a hummingbird

The Evil One

Her name is Laura McFeeny

Because of her I'm a meanie

When I am acting not so very nice

It's because of her awful advice

I really don't want to be a meanie

Go away you awful McFeeny

The Day Was Cloudy

When the skies aren't blue

does it make you blue too

Do the clouds make you sad

you know that's too bad

Just stop to think for a bit

sometimes a cloudy day

is just the right fit

The temperature is a tad lower

giving respite to leaf and to flower

The sun will return very soon

possibly even before noon

I will enjoy the day as it is

even if the sun gives us a miss

A cloudy day sometimes brings inspiration

feeling lost and unappreciated

Her name is Hattie McCall

She hasn't any children at all

Her name once was Jackie Reeder

trying to be there when her children

did need her

One day she woke to a thought

That all she had tried

was for naught

The children she loved and cared for

Didn't really see her anymore

Oh they'd take

whatever she had to offer

They deserved it, after all

she was their mother

They'd let her worry and be

full of fear

They'd listen to her thoughts

yet not really hear

If one day they realized

she was no longer there

She wonders if they would

really care

In her mind there is Hattie McCall

The woman who has no children at all

Life Changes

We are together you and I

by choice and by chance

We've grown apart it seems to be

not noticed at first glance

The things we did that made us smile

haven't the same effect at all

It might be me, it might be you

we might be up against a wall

Do we give up on this life together

going in our separate ways

Do we smile and just pretend

somehow getting through the day

We should talk about this feeling

and try to make it go away

Find a way back to our hearts

save this love, what do you say