I make no resolutions—
for now, my house is cluttered,
my clothes are folded,
or sometimes not.
Yes, ought to, thought to–but
no resolution need be made
to love my children as they are,
without conditions or strings,
they fly on their own capable wings.
while I go on, flawed but mostly happy,
plan what could be,
and strive to enjoy what is
the fizz, the pop,
the joy in every day, marked
with mental asterisks, neuron pin-points,
on life’s textured patches,
pieces in a collage,
messy, but glowing,
growing, then slowing
a full-color work-in-progress. A life.
For Punam’s dVerse prompt on resolutions, she asks us to write a poem inspired by 5 pieces of advice. I found it difficult. I don’t make resolutions, so I hope this satisfies the prompt.