sol16 Marching Through March Without the SOL Community?

I thought about skipping this year,

I thought about how much I have to do,

As a teacher of reluctant and struggling readers,

With lesson plans, CSE meetings, multiple reports pending,

As a professor to 30+ graduate students,

With more reports to read than I can count.

As the mother of new parents,

Who could use painting, babysitting, cooking, support,

As the Grammie to two snuggle-puppies,

Who make my heart grow as they roll, cuddle, and coo,

As the Auntie of many

Who need to know that life goes one

As well as some books, snuggles, and veils.

As a friend who would like to share breakfasts, dinners,
Talk about the past, the present, the future,
As the caretaker of a house-on-the-market

Who must vacuum every dust bunny and wash every dish,

As the getting-ready-to-move-lady,
Who should be packing and finding a place to live.

As the caregiver for my last surviving Aunt,

Who needs to know that someone still cares,

As the executor for my mother's messy estate,

With more forms, accounts, reports, worries
With two houses to sell, three income taxes to file,
With more daily cringe-inducing- messes
Than I care to acknowledge.

Then, March 1st came.

There were slicers posting soon after midnight.

I got excited about Opening Day.

I wondered what March would be like without SOL?
I told myself I had to try.

Writing is part of who I am now,

Part of the Teacher, the Professor, the Mother, 

The Grammie, the Auntie,

The Caretaker, the Caregiver,

The Executor,

The Writer.

So, 

I will try

To write and read,

To heal and grow,

To reflect

To look ahead

To look at the Slices of My Life

Through

That Writer-ly Eye.