Life's Legos
When we are born we have a purpose
But left blind until we succeed.
From the first word to
Our attempt at sports
We’re just supposed to get the ball in
One of the goals, right?
We dress ourselves (for the most part)
Go to school to share and sing the ABC’s.
We try to fit the square block in the round hole
Time and time again.
We make a bigger mess feeding our siblings
Than they would
If they tried to feed themselves.
We purposely fail at some things to give ourselves
A chance at others.
Promises are made to young souls
But we’ll break them.
We stumble and sometimes
We fall
Breaking our just as fragile bones.
But mistakes, you see,
Are life’s Legos.
There are better investments we could make
Yet the temptation and surrender have become
Inevitable.
Underfoot they are our greatest foe
But the pain is only
Temporary.
They are the building blocks of our past
Our present
And our future.
But someone buys us these Legos
Someone makes those mistakes first.
They teach us how not to place the flat pieces
On the six peg blocks
But sometimes it takes the pain of trying to
Peel one off before we realize…
They were right.
Most of the time we call these people
Mom and Dad,
Mother and Father,
Mama and Papa.
But I have always called them Mommy and Daddy.
They had to build their lives with
Duplos and primary shades.
But they fought to buy me all the Legos
And I sat for hours at a time
Connecting the pieces to create a small
Bipedal, claw-fingered, simple smiled community.
And for that I am
Thankful
Because without my uncoordinated color scheme
Stacked in varying bricks beneath me,
I would be lost in the bland pegs of a
Grass green,
Square one
Baseboard.
Mistakes are life’s Legos and
I can build anything.