Milk
We're asked to pick up milk sometimes
And store the quart away;
Then find some there, we'd not run out,
“How strange”, we turn and say.But if we turn and ask ourselves
What other meaning’s there,
It opens up a complex world –
A path from our despair.“Our minds connect the dots in life –
Milk-problems of supply –
Our little buddy’s first few months –
A life that is despised –“Two sides of things – I hope he sees –
My life got twisted to –
You get the gift of high-priced help –
Can I get help like you? –“So hey, I'll call, request some milk,
Not much – why just a bit –
Thus stake my claim – recall my name? –
I too need some of it.”Yes, come along, I'm glad to chat
Relieve your stress as well;
So little buddy has a life
Of peace – not living hell.We'll drink three cups of tea, we will,
As guest, as friend, as kin;
In part a culture we both share
Profound effect it's been.There's something there we dare not lose
As we walk on in life
Which draws from our First Nations roots –
The quiet through the strife.Stout fences make good neighbours, both
Next door, and here with us
In marriages where cultures mix –
Give space, reduce the fuss.In parts of life we mix quite well,
In parts there's difference great;
Do both within one marriage-space,
Across the fence give grace.navigation