Painted Path

Below is a poem I just wrote. Inspired by my new, beautiful friend, Erika, and my sweet daughter, Lily.

For a moment today

I forgot

all that "needed" improving.

The growing pile of laundry

the nagging "to do" list

I forgot to care
whether I was on the right path
which direction I should go
or how I would get there

I simply pressed pause

and watched your tiny sunlit hands

pluck one dandelion

after another

until you had a perfect
sweet bouquet

then you skipped down the hill
while the angels sang
and my heart followed you
home