A pocket camera snapped my heart’s delight,
Light captured time on rolls of film.
Childhood memories, framed just right,
A pocket camera snapped my heart’s delight.
In each photo, joy and time unite,
Light captured time on rolls of film.
A pocket camera snapped my heart’s delight,
Light captured time on rolls of film.
First: the shoes. Take them off!Next: some music. Volume goes up.Then: dance a little. Who’s watching?Next: look in fridge. Snack break.Next: grab a book. Mind candy.Finally: lights out. Time to dream.
If you can brave storms of “Solo? On this day?”
And deflect pity with chuckle, turning dismay into play.
Peanuts is more than a cartoon. It’s a collection of life lessons. It’s laughter. It’s that warm blanket that has stood the test of time.
It’s not about the satisfaction of doing something difficult. It’s not about the ability to say “I did that.” It’s not about the pride in not giving up. It’s not about proving a point to anyone. It’s not about seeking validation from others. It’s not about collecting accolades and trophies. It’s not about comparing yourself…
We all have storieswaitingfor usto shoutout. Why won’t youstoptalking? Takea break. Please. Please. Maybeit’s your wayto say“I canrelate.” Butwhat doesyour non-stoptalkingreallycommunicate? “Are you done?” “Listento me.” “That’s great,but let metell youwhat happenedto me.” “That’s so sad,wait ’til you hearwhat happenedto me.” “Me.” “Me.” “Me!” I watchas you recite yourlatest yarn.“Me, me, me!”“Do, re, mi, fa…”so…
Darkness dancesin my eyesattempting to rest the mindbut thoughts invadepersistforbidbedtime reposeNightly hours of sleepless stress Is everything ready for tomorrow?What if I’m not ready?Will I lose control?…count backwards one hundredninety nineninety eightninety seven… 12:17Did I make my car payment?What if I didn’t?Will it ruin my credit?…count backwardsone hundredninety nineninety eight… 2:47What did she mean by that?Am I wrong?Did she tell others?…count…back wardsone hundredninety nine……