Burst bubble

A bubble in my memory
Sequestered in my mind
Tonight was burst unbidden
A jail break from time
I didn’t know it held me
So bound up in its grasp
Until it burst unbidden
This piece of jagged past
And now a smile – old pain released
A sadness buried long
Finally not seventeen
The broken record – gone!

From and to

Rebellion and freedom are not synonymous.
Though sometimes they might look it.
Frequently they feel it.
But it all depends on the from and the to.


(This was a VSP – very short post 🙂 )

The most

What makes me smile the most?
My family
What makes me laugh the most?
My family
Who occupies my head the most?
My family
What makes me ache the most?
My family
What makes me cry the most?
My family
For whom do I hope the most?
My family
Who most keeps me at my Fathers knee?
My family.