Express Lane

God, here is my list.

Don't forget to double check it.

These are the things that I want to get done.

I want only one child, only that, just one.

Right after I say my wedding vows

At the good ole' age of 30, but not now.

Send my future husband this way.

I don't really want to wait, can I have him today?

And right after I get my PhD

I'd like a really nice job and a house--would you, please?

I want all of this by the time I'm thirty-two

Then, I'll credit all of my success to you.

Maybe I'll start a business or write a few books

And by the time I'm 50, don't let me lose my looks!

By 65 I'll definitely be ready to retire

 I'll pack my things, fulfilled but tired.

My child would have gone to college and started their career.

I'll be on the beach drinking an ice, cold beer.

By 70 I'll be old, but still strong as ever.

Enjoying my family and our holidays together.

From then on out, do with me as you wish.

But please, oh please you must go faster than this!

I have so much to do, in so little time.

God, my clock is ticking, but I don't mean to whine.

It's just that life is short, as I'm sure you know.

How in the world am I going to finish my goals?

I want a career, a family, a house, and a car.

Why on earth does these seem so far?

And one more thing that I forgot to mention.

Could you speak to me audibly, so that I may listen?

Unique

Smooth, brown skin with dark pebbled, almond eyes

Long lashes with full lips

Long legs with small hips

Black, matted hair; my long locs

Toned, elongated arms attached to beautiful, strong shoulders.

Warm, peculiar face.

Like the spine of a cat, I stretch and my body curves.

The Thing I Miss

My eyes staring back at me in the mirror without seeing a reflection of a mask

My shirt unbuttoned and my hair lose, just to appreciate my rawness

The tender skin of my cheek resting on my knee

Being under the tall, lush tree in my back yard

Appreciating the smell of late spring filling my senses

Walking barefoot on earthy pavement without feeling any guilt

But these things do not compare to what I miss the most

What I miss the most is an understanding of who I am

An intimate relationship with my own heart and mind

Playing in the wild jungles of the world instead of searching in them

Loving who I am as I did when I was small

When I was small, I feared nothing; not even myself.

That is the thing I miss the most.