Fleur De Free

I crave the simple things, the littlest moments bring me most joy Still, I hold the biggest of dreams and have amditedly developed a ploy Flowers in a field and the laughter of a child Things that make my heart content, and any hurt can reconcile Just the same, when pen and quill are near A peaceful feeling falls upon this soul and about the atmosphere The duties of a homemaker, a mother's work 'til the conscious retires Yet, the crowded musings of a writer's mind is anything but hiding In trying to divide the sides war is sure to ensue I've tried it one too many times and what a storm such a war can brew Only in acceptance, can the two worlds survive Allowing a meshing of the roles and embracing them as they collide Never such a feeling, the relief that comes in tow As when you surrender to your true self and let the universe take control It may not be so common; may not be the norm But I'll take my flowers and ambitions and bask in a life so warm For how can either be wrong if each threads blood to me? Opposite ends of the scale, the air of both is what I breathe Simple things like pretty flowers and porchswings Grande hopes, big faith, and a heart stiched with ink around the seams The inner workings of a busy mom, the heart of a poet and wishful themes The path to which I'll get where I'm going; the freedom I've redeemed No competition, no taking sides Just flowers and big dreams Fleur de Free in simplicity Ambition, synchronicity.