Journey Continues
A silly bit of playing
Like Mother Like Son
The End.
– Learning –
a collection of photos and poems.
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George Washington said it at the start:
“I was summoned by my Country, whose voice I can never hear but with veneration and love.”
Roosevelt reminded us that power always brought along responsibility.
So many important voices resonate as we leave D.C.
With change inevitable, “Who will lead?”
Yet, a wise man once told me, “Mom, I have goals. I put away the dreams.”
Unfortunate circumstances surround,
the joy attached to the idea
of visiting this house.
As a child, I felt protected,
now my children wonder, to whom
the blame is set?
Money shouldn’t control,
yet,
it does, leaving behind
a steadfast belief in unity and solidarity, wrapped in parental tough love.
This passion for leadership should exist,
personal preference –
grounded in faith from above, and rooms for existentialists.
Young minds dream, set goals,
similar sentiments can be traced back
to years ago.
– Tous pour un, un pour tous. –
Experience, a must, most would agree,
understanding war, law, nations, the humble, complex ideologies, and to whom we place our trust.
Room for change is generally in need,
a strict warning against swift technology.
Ha, just admit it,
the brilliantly rich know more than we do, and we’re terrified of AI absurdity.
The manifestos of ancestors impressive,
progression for many requires time,
generations of wisdom holding value, as
this country mingles in crime.
A home base with decades of failure, take heed –
these seasons,
they reek of power and greed.
Souls weep,
all for one and one for all, a dream
profoundly exhausted, hearts broken,
Let us breathe!
Society divided, but love surely shows,
costs substantial, life unrecognizable.
What, pray tell, shall we do? Executive branches wither as fighting ensues.
Young keen voices abundant, AHH!
A servant life, not many are called to,
let the anointed through.
Spoiled attention seekers have stolen the show,
now, money decides
who stays and who will go.
– Learning –
a collection of photos and poems.
There is a saying on my phone’s lock screen which reads:
Have you seen today’s beauty?
It was put there years ago by a friend. Probably my best friend.
I wondered if I’d see beauty in D.C.
A city full of concrete and noise,
I considered rock concerts from my past,
welcome to the jungle.
I imagined where everyone who accompanied
and passed me down the sidewalk, was going.
I read their faces as best I could. I thought I’d see stress, overload, and even concern. I did.
But I also saw joy, friendship, health, and love amongst the lights and stone.
I must have questioned if I would …
The sky was blue most days, what’s not to celebrate?
People find companionship with one another over similarities,
the obvious return is doing life together.
Accepting what our hearts and bodies need is universal, and so we work to treat them well.
We’re more alike than we are different, I’m sure
someone important came up with the saying.
But we are different, and embracing this is key.
– Learning –
A collection of photos and poems from D.C.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 