Puzzle pieces
From the day we're born, the pieces of the puzzle called life begins to fill. It starts with the love from our parents and family. At some point everyone feels loneliness and sadness. We try to fill these blanks, searching for meaning. No one knows the future. Often humans are preoccupied with the future and don't take time to be present. This poem is about taking time to be present and looking at what is in front of you. Sometimes the puzzle pieces present themselves. If you let nature in, it can fill in the loneliness with joy. Pure Joy In an old photo, a barefoot boy smiles his foot is black with adventure how many hours did he run what games did he play what forest did he explore Every time I hold the picture I ask "can I smile that bright again?" can I run freely with no direction run until the sun sets lay back, accomplish nothing It seems I spent decades pouring myself into a home filling the kitchen with spices nourishing hunger, folding laundry wings soar a...