The Beauty of Life

The inglenook was crackling

With bright embers falling out

I sat on the chair, thinking

About the days when I was a girl scout

I used to sell blueberry cookies

To the mothers who had noisy kids

And even though I was a rookie

They still made giant bids

I stood up for a moment or two

And admired my Monet

I gazed at the artsy yellow evening hew

And then I thought of my painting days

I remember painting on my wall

Random things like bells and balloons

My parents used to be appalled

And thought that I was a loon

I grinned to myself at this thought

And again my mind raced

To the times when my tiny tots

Had grown up to my waist

That was a moment I cherished

For days, months and years

Because after that, they’ve flourished

Into beautiful, handsome dears

For helping me through this journey

I thank my golden fireflies

‘Cause even though it was rather bumpy

Now, I understand the beauty of life