Poem – Wallow In Your Green Fields    

The older we get the more the familiar leads us home.
The smells of comfort and the familiar places to roam.
We want to have those consistent things.

We don’t want situations to constantly change.

We are all like children exploring in the barn.
We share our magical stories and weave wild yarns
We listen to the thoughts that run in our head.
We look at the world with worry and dread.

But when we are safe and sound in our home.
We know that somehow here we are free of a syndrome.

We are free to be ourselves and just let go.
We are able to remember deeper things and go slow.

Enjoy these moments and wallow in your green fields.
The ones you took so much time with so they would yield.
Giving us the things that we need to survive.
Supporting us in finding new ways to thrive.

Home is a feeling of special moments in time.
Home is a safety that gives us connection and dinnertime.
Home is a place where we can finally relax.
Home is a play with many acts.

In my home there are many that depend on me.
I need them all and together we can see.
See the path ahead that some can never find.
That is because it is too easy for one to be blind.

That is why we have families to show to alternate ways.
When we are overwhelmed and feeling crazed.
With the help of love that is intact.
We can weather anything even if we are attacked.

~Suzanne Wagner~