ROOTS
Caryl Ramsdale, American Poetess
to Carolyn, Jeannie and Christina Hults
Once I was an executive,
My bright future I worked hard for;
But wedding rings and apron strings
Derailed my career, closed that door.
LORD: time passed by me jet-propelled
‘Twas task filled with my labors of love.
Somehow I just lost track of time,
Don’t know what I was thinking of.
I recall sounds and smells of work,
Fast luncheons and short coffee breaks;
Snagged hose brushed thin with nail polish
And some he said, she said mistakes.
FATHER: now that days are quiet
And I have more time to ponder;
What might have been persuades my thoughts
To look straight back over yonder.
You love me with understanding
So, I’m not embarrassed to say
What’s on my mind and in my heart
When some something gets in my way.
LORD: I remember reading
Don’t be foolish, never look back—
Let the past lie still where it is—
Past derails send good sports off track.
Some say when I do anything
I put in my heart and my soul;
Once taught to give life all I’ve got,
I push it when I’m on a roll.
© Copyright 1999-2010 Caryl Ramsdale All Rights Reserved.
Midi "CAROUSEL PONY" permission
Copyright© by Composer, Arranger, MIDI Sequencer Mickey Gentle from Laura's MIDI Heaven
June 25, 2003
