Connected

It starts when first we come to earth,A tiny human, at our birth,That first connection to our Mom,Then add our Dad, we’ll love him some,And on to siblings, if they’re there,Who for (of course) we sometimes care,Then grandparents, yes, one or two,And uncles, aunts and cousins, too,At church, our brothers, sisters, friends,Wow! These connections never end!Our circle in our neighbourhood,Who could be either bad or good,Our teachers and our chums at school,As we all learn the Golden Rule,The roommates when we all ‘move out’,(When dates are all we  talk about),Then, college done, and off to work,Where some are nice and some are jerks,Those who share our daily grind,Some kept and others left behind,Then our own families that we start,The spouses, kids who take our hearts,And pets and Mother Earth, you bet,Then Holy Smoke! the internet,Countless connections bad or fun . . .To think it started with just one.
Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,With Poetry, we all besoughtTo try to make the week beginWith gentle thoughts, perhaps a grin?So all of us, together, we,Have crafted poems for you to see.And now you’ve read what we have wrought . . .Did we help?Or did we not?
JennyMimiMother OwlMerry Mae
Next week, it’s Jenny’s turn to sayWhat our topic is that day.Stay tuned. For sure it will be fun,Not just for us. . . For everyone!