Merry Christmas!

 

 

From my home to yours.

 

TTFN,

 

Kari

Who Am I

Who Am I

I am not who you see
Not who you know
Who am I

I still don't know

I smile all the time
Secrets so deep
Softly and whisky
Little Bo Peep

TTFN,

Kari 
 

Adoption

Are you adopted? 
I was and adoption defines the adoptee. 

Ode to My Mom

 Primal and deep
Needy and bought
Struggled to live
So soon was taught
Never to trust
Outside she plays
Always alone
Always just dust
Loved so they say
Yet it's never enough
To escape the deep wound
Silk that's too rough
TTFN,
Kari

 

 

Thank You

Thank you so much for the recent likes and follows!

I took this photo today for you!

 

 

TTFN,

 

Kari

 

 

Title Goes Here

I wrote this poem because at times I struggle with giving my poems a title.

 

How can I define
In one word or short phrase
What will catch an eye
What will cause praise
Labeling my soul
Takes too much of my being
It tramples me cold
With simply no meaning
My mind won't be boxed
Or confined to one line
It drips and it leaks
It makes no design
Go away rules
Be gone and be free
Take up your sword
And weep not for me







TTFN,
Kari

Go

Darkness descends

Never to flee

Purpose is gone

Too many to please

Self with no life

Always distressed

Jubilant mystic

Collar just pressed

Go into the wind

Hide away do not fly

The seeker has gone

The believer will fry

TTFN,

Kari Ann

 

Too Late

Does it hurt to age? Time is often the one thing in the world that never stands still, never stops. It is difficult for me to believe my grandson is 9 months old. I have a grandson! I do not feel that old. When did life happen?

I wrote this poem because I am struggling with the rapid passage of time.

Too Late 



The one moment

The one thing

The one choice

The one fling

Be still go slow

Fight don't weep

Into the night

Softly to sleep

Dusk to dawn

Wasted away 

Too much too lost

Too late to say

Darkness creeps by

Seems like a dream

But then it's too late 

Too late to scream 



TTFN,
Kari
 
							

‘Tis the Season

If WordPress does not crash again, I will post a poem I wrote tonight in honor of Christmas.

In Honor of Christmas

Busy cannot see
So much time
No reason to be

Millions of lists
In my head
Seen by fists

Won’t do enough
Strangers I see
Never too rough

What is the reason
My being is done
It’s ‘Tis the season
No escaping from

TTFN,

Kari

Nissan Lease

I leased my Nissan Juke exactly a year ago. I have put 5500 miles on it. Yeah, I do not go many places other than school and church.

Anyways, I traded in my awesome mustang GT for the juke. Why? How could I? Because I needed a car that would fit a car seat. The salesman assured me the Juke would easily carry a car seat.

Fast forward to the birth of my buddy and the car seat situation. The car seat fits great as long as the front passenger seat is pushed the entire way forward! Ok, I can live with my passenger riding next to the baby, no problem. However, if I want to also put a stroller in the car, there is no room for any passengers. Just me and one baby!!!

Wow!!! What a mistake. Tomorrow, I am going to go up to the Nissan dealership to try to talk them into letting me out of my lease to lease another Nissan. I wonder if they will let me?

What do you think?

TTFN,

Kari

Volunteering at Church

I am writing this because I have developed quite an attitude about my service at church. I know I should not, but I have.

I have spent the past 10 years of my life giving my heart and soul to a ministry at my church. I have never complained and sometimes the service I do has been upwards of 20 hours per week. I do not understand why my work seems to hold no value for the church. They have hired many, many people over the past 10 years and not once has anybody offered me a job. Not once.

This year we have had some staff changes so I saw it as an opportunity to perhaps finally be hired. I approached the senior pastor last August and he has not answered me. He keeps putting me off. I have reminded him and reminded him about this.

I suppose I am seen as a lowly person of no value yet the work I accomplish is meticulous. The work I do is very important to the church.

It’s time to move on. Yet how? How do I move on? How do I heal when I have poured my heart and soul into something and am constantly overlooked? Is it because I am a woman? Do I hold no value? Is my job not significant? Am I being used?

I am deeply wounded, that I know.