We Have a Kinship

We Have a Kinship

We Have a Kinship

We have a kinship,

both having survived. 

You, perhaps have survived

WWII, or the Korean scuffle. 

I survived childhood polio,

and other ailments 

and breaks, and scratches

and stuff. 

We survived school, math, 

sentence diagraming,

sometimes boring history classes,

and shop class. 

We have a kinship, 

for we have survived. 

I've survived heart surgery, 

a broken arm, dropped drum sticks,

and jobs that were good,

or great, or disappointing. 

And you have survived your

messes and mix-ups, 

successes and falls. 

We are survivors, if of nothing

but a sometimes mundane

and satisfying life. 

And our friendship, 

our kinship is intact. 

You are blocks away, 

or perhaps thousands of miles further,

and we are kin.  

We share life's experiences and 

we survive.

Welcome to the club.

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Originals by P Michael Biggs

Where Do You Put Tired?

Where Do You Put Tired?

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

Everybody gets tired.

Marathon runners get tired.

Housewives do.

Farmers, ranchers,

and factory workers get tired.

Even writers and other creators.

After a while the brain

just needs a break from

creating and thinking and

going places no one

has gone before.

My friend Seth says that

people who take their turn

get tired.

I get that.

It’s scary taking your turn.

It’s exposing your underbelly,

and getting naked in the real sense.

That is exhausting, and tiring.

I put my tired to bed

for a good 9-10 hours

every night.

That restores me.

I dream, and snore,

and dream some more.

I rest and rejuvenate,

and come morning

my body says, “Thank You”

and “Go have a great day.”

We all get tired.

Just find a place to park it

every once in a while

and then go back

to your exciting life.

A Time for Rhyme Poem Site

Originals by P Michael Biggs

A Fresh View of Wholeness

A Fresh View of Wholeness

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

In the beginning …

Parker Palmer said it.

“Wholeness does not mean perfection;

it means embracing brokenness

as an integral part of life.”

I guess I am whole, in light of this.

I am imperfect. My body is imperfect.

I have flaws, weaknesses, disabilities.

I can’t move as swiftly as before.

I have to take more frequent rests.

And so, I am embracing my lacks.

I am accepting my limitations.

I am imperfect, yet whole.

Now that’s a fresh thought.

A Time for Rhyme Poem Site

Originals by P Michael Biggs