Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
I really wish I had a map. It's tough to "go alone."
This domain is unfamiliar,
And these bits are all unknown.
I ponder all my options, but make a cream-filled guess.
Unguided in decisiveness,
Has caused unwanted stress.
(Maybe I could put it back?) Not so, I took a bite.
I think that would be frowned upon,
It's rather impolite.
There's only one solution; this piece I'll have to eat.
And then I'll make another guess,
To find the favored treat.
Searching for the caramel, I'm caught up in this trap.
I'd really like to dodge the "creams,"
But, I don't have a map.