Red crested,
Yellow breasted,
Bandied legged,
Booby bird.
Abbot’s calling.
Red crested,
Yellow breasted,
Bandied legged,
Booby bird.
Abbot’s calling.
It is a commodity.
Bought and sold.
No care for the parents.
Only dollar signs are seen.
In this disposable society
it is a shame
everyone’s life is worth so little.
Reputable breeders are hard to find.
Do your homework
or you will find it comes back to bite you.
So often we assume
quiet and shy as someone
who is nice and friendly.
Not looking past the surface
means missing important details.
How malignant can the emotional growth become
before it ruptures
and people say “oh, but they seemed okay?!”
It has broken.
The rain pours.
Kids play in puddles.
School starts again next week.
Until then
parents are hoping for sunnier, warmer skies
so they can throw the mischief makers outdoors!
Those welcome sounds
that herald the final thaw of winter.
The emergence of the birds
and the mating calls enacted.
Best of all
the chirping of the cats
as they watch through the window
hoping some day soon
to be let out
so they can go murder the feathered chirpers.
If you need anything
Just let me know, OK?
Is there some way I can help you?
Don’t be afraid to call if something comes up!!
I have learned the hard way
that asking for help
is not a sin.
I should not feel guilty
because I have problems.
Yet, so many people
don’t understand,
asking for help
is not a simple thing to do.
Cultural and social norms
put pressure on everyone
to be able to go it alone!
If you can’t do this one thing
then how do you expect to follow through?
Even my mother told me
“If no one else is doing it, then just do it yourself! I did it!”
Except I am not her.
I have problems because of her advice
and now even though I understand why
it still hurts to realize
she will never understand why
I can not just do it!
Whether it is a simple chore
or finding a job
or looking after my kids.
Years of coping strategies
that were more detrimental than helpful
have taken their toll.
Only now,
do I know how to use my voice
and ask for the help
I sometimes need!
Mechanically Inept.
Technologically disinclined.
Doors sometimes are a challenge.
Thumbtacks require major pondering.
No DIY’s for me.
Painting?
Getting messy?
Yeah, I can do that!
There is something soothing
about the two dimensional immersion.
You get to roam a world
of unexplored possibilities.
Yet the world is obviously
not reality.
Imagination takes flight
and you can let yourself enjoy the ride.
Standards are kept up.
Laws are put in place.
Someone decides what the rule is.
Those who can not keep up
are laughed at and disposed.
Things get ugly for them.
Yet, the laws only punish them.
Help is unthinkable.
So who really failed the grade?
When watching shows
that talk of biopsies and tumors
only to find one
on yourself
is very disconcerting.
Worry will get me nowhere
but hope seems to fly away faster than butterflies in summer.