I want to make a point,
or at least an analogy
so I close my eyes
what story could I tell
from today
from 10 years ago
from second grade?
Or rather
what story could I
share
because I have plenty to
tell
that email
that conversation
that canceled meeting
Today we cried about
a drink carrier
it was the one from our
first coffees
in our first home
Endings are beginnings
and all that jazz
so why do I hear The Doors
This is the end
Beautiful Friend
The end?
In other news,
I watched a Kindergarten class
cheer for a friend after he read
good Job! they said
we love you!
and I thought to myself
wow
kids really get
how to take care of each other
On a Thought 
Sometimes we have so much we could say and want to say but don’t know how to say it.
I like how you arranged all of the thoughts running through your head into a poem.
Yes, children know how to take care of each other. Why can’t we as adults do the same?
It’s amazing how sometimes, when there’s too much to say, poetry is such a great way to express it.