Ode to my quiet blog

I remember in a college literature class having to read the poem, “Ode to a Grecian Urn”.  It always made me laugh that someone would write a poem to a vase!  And I realize that I probably was totally missing the point of the poem but it always gave me a good laugh when I thought about it.  (I don’t remember anything much about the poem other than the title which still cracks me up.)

So tonight, I want to write an ode to an inanimate object…my quiet blog…and share the last week of our lives in pictures and snippets.   (And I will most definitely not pattern my ode after the ode spoken of above.  Because John Keats, I am not. {smile})

Oh, my quiet, quiet blog,

Why do you look so forlorn and lonely as of late?

Is it because your authoress is busy and neglects you so?

Is it because she must drive her kids to and fro?

Is it because she spends her days amongst piles of books,

papers and pens, and sometimes kids’ dirty looks?

Or could it be that as the school day ends, she has laundry to fold,

dishes to wash, and kids to hold?

Oh, my quiet, quiet blog, please don’t fret and worry.

Some days you may be neglected simply because your authoress has chosen not to hurry.

Perhaps some days beside the chicken coop she stands,

with the kids and their awaiting hands…

to find if another City Chick is now laying eggs.

Imagine how they run around quickly upon their legs,

when they find that now the Barred Rock joins the clique

of the egg-laying City Chicks!

Oh, my quiet, quiet blog, you really need to know

That your authoress does not mean to neglect you so.

You are a place for her to create and to share memories of her busy, busy days.

But those memories must be lived first and in so many, many ways.

Some days there are…

football games to watch,

songs to sing,

naps to take,

and guitars to play as we let the music ring.

But

please do not forget…

that even though her days are busy and full

she will come back to this quiet place

to share her life with cyberspace!

{After rereading this poem, I do believe that I may read too many Dr. Seuss books!}