Life continues to move at an ever-increasing pace. No surprise there. Still, as 2012 grows closer to a close I feel
the need to take a moment and attempt to quantify it somehow, to try to make
sense of an entire year worth of life on this crazy planet of ours. So here it goes, in poem form…because it has just been that kind of year.
Two thousand and twelve, into you I’ll delve in an attempt to find some meaning
Your winter was mild in NE Ohio, to the delight of adult, and the dismay of child
No snow was seen, sledding was lean and there was almost no chance for skiing
Within summer’s reach we’d escape to the beach, with a truck-full of boys and gear
Great times, ghost crabs, waves and cousins, we enjoyed good weather and cheer
Upon our return we started to yearn for some changes, just something new
The itch is still there but we just don’t know where or what we are longing to do
Growing boys and summer joys brought smiles and lots of tan faces
Swimming, biking and even some hiking but we still look for wide-open spaces
As summer ended, women were offended as Romney wanted to put them in binders
Politico has us jaded and freedom seems to have faded, as if we need a reminder
Soccer was fun, the boys got to run and occasionally even kicked the ball
Puppies were born and even though we'd sworn, we just had to go see them all
Of course we chose one, and brought him home to add to the chaos and joy
Cleaning up messes and puppy-teeth kisses ensured he’s just one of the boys
The Mayans predicted we’d all get evicted from the planet we’ve taken to living
So we invited our parents, popped in a turkey, & figured we'd host this Thanksgiving
The Holidays came and the Mayans were lame in their end of the world predictions
Santa would visit, but not before the flu, and lots of cold and fever medication
A shooter would break hearts before school break starts, the loss was more than depressing
Still, Christmas would find us with family and friends, reminded of all of our blessings
Two thousand twelve, although you weren't always swell, you were full of surprises for sure.
Two thousand thirteen, I have to come clean, I am expecting a little bit more.
More changes for the better, more love and more grace but I pray PLEASE no more school violence
More progress in Washington, more jobs, more confidence and less ignorance, anger and silence.
Two thousand thirteen I don’t want to be mean, but I want to get it out in the open
We are ready to take charge of our future and for your cooperation we are more than just hoping
So let’s raise a toast to two thousand and twelve and bid it a fond cheerio
And let’s raise another to the year that’s to come and do our best to let the good times flow!
