I'm walking out of the grocery store,
I'm tired,
and sweaty,
and I feel a headache
forming between my eyes.
But I'm grateful
that I can buy this food.
Grateful that my legs can take me far.
Grateful to feel the sun on my hands
as I push this cart.
I sit in my car
and sigh in relief to feel the A/C.
But I look over and a mother is pumping gas and that's when I see
HER.
A beautiful angel pressing her palms
and mouth against the window.
Her infant eyes meet mine and stare at the truth written on my soul.
I wave and she laughs with a smile
that knows naught but joy.
My past self snorts haughtily at the things my heart now desires.
I don't want that
NOW.
But it will become
The end all be all.
