How you organize your life
is up to you
Your choices may bewilder me
but that’s on me
I may not understand what you smoke or why
how you learned to shoot
where you put your trust
who you worship
everything you are willing to sacrifice
But you offered me orange juice
and crackers
You made me laugh
You did not give up
(on me)
You never
turned me away
You may question my trips
through the drive-thru
My vague idea of bedtime
Nearly everything I allow my kids to do
and where I draw the line
You may think my priorities are sadly misguided
and that it’s embarrassing
that my heart so often shows up
naked
on my sleeve
You may judge me by my
worst day, my stupidest
mistake
Fair enough
I confess I don’t have a clue
what motivates you
why you don’t care
as much as I do
why it’s been so long
since I’ve seen you
I could spend far too long
trying to figure out
why it takes you so long
to open the door
after I knock
(as long as you let me in eventually)
why your religion contains so many rules
why you keep so many secrets
But that is not how I will use
this sacred time
© Betsy Rosenblatt Rosso, December 2019
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