All my life I’ve been banging my spoon,
kicking my high chair, yelling for more:
food, attention, toys.
I’m sure family and friends,
will tell stories at my funeral,
how I was a real pain as a kid – “Huh!”
and all through the years as well.
Now alone, I sit with these thoughts,
on this couch facing the front door
of this nursing home.
I have to admit, I am still a pain,
but I’m no longer banging my spoon
or kicking my high chair for attention
or for food – just God. I just want God
and God’s meaning to this all.
kicking my high chair, yelling for more:
food, attention, toys.
I’m sure family and friends,
will tell stories at my funeral,
how I was a real pain as a kid – “Huh!”
and all through the years as well.
Now alone, I sit with these thoughts,
on this couch facing the front door
of this nursing home.
I have to admit, I am still a pain,
but I’m no longer banging my spoon
or kicking my high chair for attention
or for food – just God. I just want God
and God’s meaning to this all.
© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2009
1 comment:
Thanks for reminding us that banging and kicking may be good for the soul, Father!!
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