Should I care?
Why don’t I care?
Do I care more about my sleep?
Or is my child spoiled?
I really should learn to figure out the parental controls on all my electronics.
Time Waster
There are the games.
The social media to scroll.
The puzzles and crafts to work on.
The walks to be enjoyed.
All so I can avoid the housework!
Into the Night
I hear her laughing
as she plays at the computer.
She should be sleeping but
this one is stubborn.
It runs in the family.
Plus our neighbour
who is doing the same thing
probably is not helping this decision.
Since Spring has come
sleep patterns are gone out the window.
Favorite Mug
Had it for years.
Then
A crack appeared.
No seepage detected.
It was only hairline thin.
So I hoped for the best.
Then one day
I found droplets on the table.
My coffee was escaping!
Doomed it is.
I don’t know if I have the heart to throw it out.
All I know is I do not know how to fix it.
That makes me sad.
For now it sits in the cupboard
where I can look at it day after day
and not use it.
One of a Kind
She is unique to me.
She has quirks that frustrate me
and make me love her more.
She is kind yet stern.
She loves to cook and garden
neither are things I truly enjoy.
She read me stories
before I learned to read myself.
She loved me
even though she doesn’t say it.
I love her.
My mother.
Like a Normal Cat
She now will sniff him
instead of hissing and chasing him away.
She is still possessive of me
and does not like to see him cuddling on me.
She drags her toy wand to the child
to wake her up in the morning.
She is adorable and I love her.
Gloomy
The rain patters softly on the window
framing a grey and cloudy day.
Its gentle rhythm soothes the aching soul.
The wind gently lifts the leaves
as it whirls around the back door.
The cat is unhappy as it stands there
with wet fur and a hungry belly.
Business Undercover
Watching the men
Standing around
Trying to act casual
Yet nervous
And unable to stop
Refraining from swears.
After they leave
The truck pulls up
And the gentleman inside
Gets out
Looks around
And then eventually leaves as well.
It seems to me
That dealing illicit goods
Has gotten harder these days.
Early Morning Riser
I am a night owl
Or the tired afternoon seagull
but definitely not the robin of the morning.
I like to sleep
and when I can not
I get grumpy.
Even the elixir of life for those who need it
no longer helps.
Coffee,
my once dear love
is now merely the chosen beverage of the morn.
Sometimes,
Just sometimes,
I awake and actually enjoy the rising sun.
Sometimes,
but most times
I do not.
Too Tired to Think
The body woke up.
It can move on its own.
Coffee was made and consumed.
How I do not know.
Cats were fed.
The children are occupied.
They are quiet at least.
Can I go back to bed?
Please?
Saturn's Premier Poet 