Someday I’ll find the time
to do the things I want to do.
I’ll venture into the attic
and find the recipe for that roux.
The ancestral trees on both sides
continue to call my name,
Reminding me ever so gently
that they’re nowhere near the same.
Aunt Allene’s heirloom quilt
must be removed from its display rack,
As it beckons me to follow
the nine patch pattern in the stack.
Audrey insists her roma tomatoes
produce the finest salsa yet,
To which one must add cilantro,
and jalapenos for extra zest!
Foreign lands seem so intriguing
and not just via the news.
The globe is meant to be traveled
while one can still pick and choose.
So many books with so little time
carry me to enchanting places.
Rella’s brown velour couch or chair
vie for the comfortable spaces.
Orion and the Big Dipper glisten
as diamonds in the night sky.
Shall I purchase a nice telescope
to watch them by and by?
Alas, yesterday is history and
tomorrow may not be.
If I continue to wait for someday
my desires I will never see.
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