Walls

I sit at my table and wage war on myself
It seems like it's all, it's all for nothing
I know the barricades, and
I know the mortar in the wall breaks
I recognize the weapons, I used them well

 

~World Leader Pretend

R.E.M.

 

 

Mornings...

Carefully, I measure the sugar and creamer into my coffee. Gently, yet deliberately, I stir. As I watch myself, the hand and actions look vaguely familiar. This hand is younger; the movements, not as skillful. It is then that I realize that I am slowly and easily becoming more like my Mama. This makes me smile.