Greetings
The problem with dem greeting cards?
It's what they do not say,
With all their chatter ’bout how good it's been;
When all I want on reading them
Is knowing I've been heard –
That life's been good, much better than it seems.They do not talk of being laid-off,
Or fired (what e'er the cause);
Of broken legs; or cancer; or the flu;
Of moving ’round the country lots,
Uprooting family too;
Of going back to work to face a coup.Sometimes they talk of dandelions,
Or taking garbage out,
Of picking up one's socks, and clearing snow;
But they don't talk of being ripped off
By one's supposedriends;
Or by one's colleagues kept out of the know.I guess they think, ‘why bring that up?
It only spoils the day;
Think fun, sunshiny days, delicious treats;’
But then I can't express the thoughts
Which rise up from the mess,
Thus greeting cards do little more than greet.I'd like to hear one speak of how
You stayed through thick and thin;
You nursed me back to health with Tylenol;
You swallowed worry, fear, and threat;
Smiled sweetly while at work;
Moved graciously; had friendships take a fall.I could go on – you get the point –
It's ’bout these forty years,
And what this annivers’ry really means.
If they could put this into words
So I could buy their card,
You'd read of love – much deeper than it seems.navigation