I Know How To Fix This Poem by Bonnie Shipman

A choice; I know that is what I need to make;
That's how my attitude changed the first time,
during my Siberia trip,
and afterwards when Momma knew
that something had changed inside of me
A choice to live in perpetual love,
to let go if someone angers me;
if they start a fight, or if I do;
When another person, human like myself,
falls short of my expectations, then, just maybe,
it is my expectations that are wrong,
not their small actions and bitter frowns;
I forget; my log is bigger than ever
yet I still blow the speck from your eye.
Please, God, I can't get it right;
please change my heart.