Self Portrait: A Waterless Beaver

Coming from the Northeast, I've gotten used to fast pace

Indulged in activites, I feast upon my vast experience

From softball to long jump to winning a race

All the clubs became a lump in each of my days, full of intense

demands and schedules and deadlines and such

All while learning of molecules and authors and formulas

I ran the music department as pres, played the flute and enjoyed much

My school treated my lament in a Martin Luther King assembly with 

       applause

A girl scout for twelve years, yeesh, it's a long time

First day on the swim team brought me to tears, my coach wasn't so 

       dear

Working at a credit union through school trying to figure out how high 

       I could climb

The school's news production was cool and instilled no fear

I finally found somethine well noted that became quite enjoyable

All while being voted most friendly and reliable

I was inducted to NHS, WLHS in German and Tri-M Modern Music 

       Masters

The work ethic and time-management I conducted soon became the key

I volunteered in the Red Cross and trained for disasters

I knew everyone I could name and everyone knew me

My writing was sent and published in an anthology

And then off I went to Idaho for college

And became a star player in ultimate frisbee

As I continued with layers to increase my span of knowledge

The cycle repeated once again, which I gladly tool hold of during my 

       stay

With capoeira and yearbook, swing kids and more

I spent time participating in serving with smiles every Saturday

Competed in dance, the 5K or 3.1 miles, bocce ball and croquet, I loved 

       doing all four

My cause in life was to be friendly and kind

And soon this future wife found a husband, oh what a find

From there, this extrovert was as happy as can be

I had collected many people with a huge effort throughout my life

But now it was just my hubby and our new baby made three

And then here in Vegas, Cubby became a simple housewife

Goodbye society and the social circle I loved

Hello to a little isolation and special time alone with my son

Soon this busy beaver felt a little shove

In a direction that only the dizzy current dreamed of and it was done

I felt like a blind woman feeling things out

And longed to find the days of interaction and fun

My life had become a dry, deserted desert from the inside out

Where conversation was dry and little in bewtween, shriveled from the 

       sun

As this waterless beaver crawls through the loneliness in the sand

It hopes one day to fall upon more water and a jovial hand

*Cubby is an old nickname I had as a child learning to walk