Like life unbottled
Pouring out
From underneath
A pricked little finger
And it all came here
The baby is crying
Yet all is so still
Be grateful
He says
All is here
Some things just fall,
And that’s it
The way is here
Look at it,
The way is here,
No rushing
Life is the background;
Play the fore
We are all looking for a place;
Only we can explore💕
~ M. L Adams
Journeys in Writing 