My Greatest Gift

Eyes bulging, temper rising
Chances thin of neutralizing
No burning sage, this growing rage
Writing pad with torn out page
Kitchen clutter, spit, and sputter
Milk left out, and melted butter
Temper flaring, whispered swearing
Past the point of even caring
Beds unmade, spilled lemonade
Toys strewn as from hand grenades
Room to room, fret, and seethe
Internal fury, hard to breathe
Mayhem, mess, catastrophe
Crayon on the cabinetry
Forehead vein about to pop
Slippery floor from sticky drops
Boiling blood, stresses rising
Every mess more galvanizing
Bloody sink, stop to think
Thoughts collide to find a link
Empty house, missing spouse
Frightened voice, call, and shout
No reply, not sure why
Check each room to clarify
Anger shifts to rising fear
No one’s home, no one’s here
Run outside to check the drive
Car is parked, then overdrive
Check the phone, the message pad
Nothing there, it’s looking bad
Terror rising, then to the yard
Chest is heaving, panting hard
Into the light, the balmy skies
The world erupts, and shouts surprise!
Family smiles, a special cake
Stopped in time, a double take
Not my birthday, just a day
Fanfare bright, a big hurray
Banner strung – its message true
Thanks for everything you do
Thoughts reframed, not near the same
Anger calmed, replaced by shame
Judgement ruled some time ago
Stack was heated, nearly blown
Mesmerized, my heart beat slowed
Shock revealed, my portrait showed
A written note, on paper true
We Love You, your bestest crew
A band-aid on a tiny finger
Rolling tears, a gentle whisper
On bended knee, a hug, and lift
In front of me, my greatest gift


Author’s Note

The greatest gift is one person’s realization that it’s not worth worrying about the small stuff. As long as the focus is on the important things, the little things will take care of themselves.

R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and Author.

His complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here

The Gypsy Thread is a huge collection of his original work

Ralph also writes on HubPages


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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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