POEM - Push

On cloud 9

Our wedding day

We thought we floated

On wings of angels

But we landed

It turns out

At the bottom

Of an eternal mountain

Pushing boulders

In case you wondered

The boulders multiply

They are called children

And work

And responsibility

And goals

And who cares what they are called

Today

I feel good

Pushed one boulder

Until it wore down

And disappeared

I can see another

Is nearly worn down too

And some of the children

Are starting to push their own boulders

Carry their own weight

Pile on goals

And chores

And work

And all of it

And there are lots of us

Pushing boulders up mountains

And it is hard work

And it is a nice thing

When someone with a few less boulders left

Nudges from behind

And I remember to remember

It will be my turn

One day soon

To nudge and struggle

And help another

Push

And Push

And on they roll