I love it
when I have it.
I hate it
when bills are due.
I despise it
when all I want is healthy meal
and not a bag of chips.
I love it
when I have it.
I hate it
when bills are due.
I despise it
when all I want is healthy meal
and not a bag of chips.
They bounce across the floor
as the taxidermist runs after them
so he can put them back where they belong.
My carpets do not allow me to do this.
I have no rugs
because I have laminate floors.
Hardwood is too expense
and difficult for me to maintain.
So instead I will merely use the euphuism
and ignore my other problems.
Some people love them.
Others hate them.
I do not have a bland palette
but when the spicy gets hot….
Though I am also
still trying to figure out
which ones work best with each other.
They give you pictures and drawings
when they are young.
Sometimes a prize from outside.
But the one thing
you can always count on
is whatever sickness
they have come down with.
Do not try to say
to them
that everything is fine.
Nothing is worse.
Do not try to brush off their diagnosis
or bereavement.
Acknowledge their feelings.
Be a friend.
Let them cry
or express their feelings.
Listen.
Sometimes
that is all that is needed.
Winter was short.
Unseasonably so.
Yet, outside the sun shines
and I want green things to grow.
Or should I say
out of sleep.
It is not the paw to the face
or the claws trying to get the blanket back.
It is her purrs right next to my ear
that make me smile
and allow her to join me
for cuddles.
Through the parking lot
he came up to me.
Commenting how my glasses
made me look like
someone from that show!
Which show?
My old creepy man alarm did not fully engage
so when he said
I was cute
I took it as a compliment
and walked on.
It is simple to tap into the sad.
Years of experience to draw upon.
Joy and happiness are harder to recall.
Despair seems to have seeped into my soul.
Yet, I fight against it daily.