Poetry

OK, so I've never been much of a poetry fan. That being said, Screaming Mommy (http://screamingmommytoy.blogspot.com/) has posted a poem and B.A. (http://www.blogger.com/profile/13318216 ) commented on it and yada, yada, yada...
So anyway, there is one poem that I came across last year that I really like. I originally heard it quoted in a movie. I was so touched by it that afterwards I had to rush to my computer and look it up. It is a poem by EE Cummings.


i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings

What better description of love can there be than to "carry their heart" in your own?

Boys and Messes

Boys and messes...I know, I know there are probably thousands of entries on numerous blogs about boys and their messes. But what I want to know is why they do it. Do they just think someone else will clean it up? Do they just not care if they live in filth? What could the answer be?
As the mother of 2 boys, 12 and 13, I find that messes come pretty often. Take, for example, this afternoon. I decided to run some errands leaving the boys, as well as two of their friends (I realize that this may have been my first mistake), at home alone. After being gone for awhile I called home to check on them. They said they were making smoothies. Hmm.... I asked what they were making them with, to which they answered "stuff." This immediately made me suspicious. "Stuff" can be anything. I cheerfully said, "Well, just make sure you clean up after yourselves." When I returned home 20 minutes later, my kitchen was not as I had left it earlier. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but nonetheless I unleashed the fury. The sugar canister was on the counter, along with a lot of stray sugar crystals. The base of the blender was on the counter with some unidentified substance covering it. Dirty glasses and straws accompanied this mess. A big, sticky mess on the floor...which I found out was whatever they had blended and then spilt. They "tried" to wipe this up using every dishtowel in my drawer. Did I mention this mess was dripping off of the dishwasher and cabinets? And this was "cleaned up" to them. Hmmm...
I don't know. Maybe boys just don't think!
Of course they lived and I still love them... At least they tried to clean it up! And I would lots rather them be in my kitchen making a mess than out getting into trouble.

Where to begin...

Well, this is something new for me. I guess my simple life has gotten so simple that I find myself with a lot of extra time on my hands. The only thing that I really know about blogs is that I like to read them. So bear with me if these first few days are a mess.