When Things go Wrong Meaningfully

A simple word here.

A turn of the phrase there.

Trying to direct the conversation

back to the original discussion.

Yet blocked by the one who won’t listen to reason.

Well, to my reasoning anyways.

Twisting my words back at me,

throwing the metaphors and dialogues into the garbage.

This fair weather co-worker is not worth my time.

Yet I must endure their spite in order to get paid.

No stone left unturned

The forest is wide and long

and winds along the river.

The directionless child

wanders freely along its banks.

The parent helpless to stop the curious gaze

watching as every rock is picked up and examined.

Yet in and of itself the act of walking

calms and helps focus the pair on their exciting journey.

This adventure will be measured in pebbles.

Fiddlesticks

Balderdash and Bananas.

Whoever thought up these phrases deserves a medal.

Cheese fries and gravy.

Poutine wonderful dish of gooeyness.

Deathstar and Droids.

Fantasy world to visit but never live in.

Earthships and Ecology.

Are we living the good life? Or destroying it?

Friends and Family.

Things to be thankful for every day breathe is drawn.

Fiddlesticks and fiddles.

I don’t know how to play either of them!

The List

Direct the anger into a positive result.

Give up the impossible dream of control.

Respect the ones who deserve it,

even if you don’t think they are.

Love yourself and let it flow unto others.

Be kind to yourself for you are worthy.

 Never give up hope that a miracle will happen.

The day you give in, is when I still love you.

Things to do Today

  • Seeing an old friend.
  • Being a patient mother.
  • Not expecting greatness,
  • out yourself or anyone else!
  • Always trying to smile.
  • Wishing for a break.
  • Understanding nothing is relevant anymore.
  • Getting a little support.
  • Giving the support when needed.
  • and letting yourself be sucked into further dramas.

The Deadly Illness

Remember me fondly

For I have succumbed to the plague

My infected children have brought me.

Alas they will survive

Where I will not.

So remember my deeds

as I sit huddled miserably

drinking the only thing my stomach allows.

The tea cools and I look pathetically at said children.

If I was a mere man

and not a mom I would have long since perished.

Alas I instead stand up

and start on breakfast.