The Poems – Dew Drops and Butterflies

If you read my initial post about my elementary school poem about Thanksgiving, you know now that I have always wanted to write and have always been, well, a bit of a mind-wanderer. How I landed in an engineering field is a bit of a mystery and a bit of a typical story where you can be good at what you do, but you may have fit somewhere else comfortably. I was a writer and a Nancy Drew fan as a kid. Lover of mystery and crime solving. I assumed going to college and becoming an attorney was a great path because, as attorney, I would be solving and putting to bed those involved in a crime. When my first semester ended and I had taken no classes of interest to me, other than economics, I began questioning my path. When I looked deeply into the legal classes and options, I realized, this may be expensive for a life and career I was not sure I wanted.

So, I became…DA, DA, DA…an Industrial Engineer. This career has afforded me the ability to travel all over the world! India, Australia, all over Europe and North Africa, as well as many spots in the US. I am about efficiency and optimization in my life, so extending this to work was not a stretch. I am thankful for all of it.

I find myself now, after 17 years, not employed and enjoying some time to come back to me. Write, cook, have coffee early with nowhere to be. And I have to say that it is liberating and exciting…as well as a bit scary. Getting back to reflecting on what I really liked before pressure set in somewhere in High School reveals a lot..

Anyhow, I wanted to drop a couple other poems that I found in my garage while purging all of our junk. They are apparently odes to spring from a roundabout 8 year old and remind me that positivity is inherently inside me. I live for the cool and beautiful things out there, even when things are a bit off kilter!

Enjoy this masterful poetry from an 8 year old K. Jones!

The Poems

Just a note that if a butterfly were to land on me, I would 100% lose my $hit and freak like a maniac. Butterflies are great, but any flying creature is preferred to not be close to my being. Not sure why I was feeling brave on this poem writing day! hahaha