i piled all my dreams in a wheelbarrow,
the big flat bottomed kind you use to mix mortar,
higher and higher til they scraped the sky,
& i tried to lift them, but they were
far too heavy to carry
on my own, tottering and teetering,
threatening to fall down around me
so i went off to find you
cause wheelbarrows have two handles
for a reason.
So maybe that is a bit of fuzzy logic, but today is our fifteen year wedding anniversary. And I let her put a few things in the wheelbarrow too. Smiles. Love you Baba.