Musing on my life

I want it all.
I want it all in a red dress with high heels and diamonds
And dabs of expensive perfume behind my ears

I want it all
Lab coat and stethoscope for jewelry and a red clown nose to cheer on a little smile
Healing in my hands and heart
And an evening benefit to attend at 8 (what shall I wear?)

I want it all
Kid hand prints on the doors and underneath the light switch
Time to play and run in the field behind our house
That has no stickers
With our dog, Ranger

I want it all
Rosie my maid to pick up the laundry, but I want to do the cooking –
keep it real

I want it all
A writing cubby where I spit out my literary works
That touch peoples lives and change
Their perspectives
One wall orange. Just because.

I want it all
A window with a view of mountains and desert and ocean
And always a cool breeze blowing through
And soft music of wind in trees

I want it all
Two rocking chairs on a long front porch where symphonies of nighttime sound
And no mosquitos bite
An grandchildren clamber to hear the good-night story
And calls to come in for dinner ring in the neighborhood

I want it all
Is that so wrong?
Can I have it all? Probably not, but…does wanting make it morose?

©June 2003
Joni Hutchinson