I have hurt my children more
with words
than any other way.
Even my silence
was cruelty
when I should have told them
I loved them.
My honesty now
only makes me realize
how wrong I was.
So blame me
when my kids don’t understand.
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Altercation
An argument gone wrong.
The voices raised sound angry.
The neighbours are upset.
I hope all turns out okay.
Also listening in, not to be a busybody,
but in case I need to call the police.
Thankfully, most of my neighbours
are reasonable.
But we are all human
and humans have emotions
and sometimes those emotions
get the better of us.
Cursed by the Sun
Night crawls into dawn
As the superstitious ones
make the warding mark.
Thankful to have survived
yet one more night
the sun’s rays warm their skin.
Who else could be so hideous
as to do those unimaginable things?
Humans do hurt
each other.
Are the monster real?
Or is it that sometimes
we place the blame
where we don’t want to look?
Quick Thinking
Befuddled.
Muggy thoughts.
Slow to action.
Prepared to relax.
Crisis unfolding.
Brain kicks into high gear.
Body launches forward.
Adrenaline saves the day.
No going back to sleep now.
Cuddle Time
When human contact is desired
and shedding season has arrived
More cat hairs end up your nose
than you aspired.
But really
could you say no
to cuddle time?
Morning Abulations
When you discover
The meaning
Of a word
You have performed
Everyday
Only to find
Yourself laughing
As you are washing
Your face.
Breaking the Furniture
Young and foolish
You laugh at the idea.
Ridiculous and entertaining
It amuses you.
Older and less agile
When it happens
The chagrined expression
Still is amusing
But less funny.
Also paying for the broken piece
Is not as much fun.
Dream Interface
What do you learn about yourself
when you wake up
remembering that horrible dream.
Not a nightmare
since the horror you felt
was revulsion
for having done a criminal act
and shame for hurting someone else.
Does this mean
self confidence and self worth
still need to be worked on?
Time to book the next therapy appointment.
Dough Balls
Wads of Money.
Yeast infused Tastiness.
If I were a Baker
I would not be successful
since I would eat
all of my products.
The Dead can’t Hurt you
The scars carved upon your soul
Are there for you to bear.
The trauma and the pain
Are the legacy left behind.
Those who left will never return.
But our memories
bottled up inside
will be the one thing
that keeps those moments alive.
You will hurt yourself
each time you remember their name.
So does time heal all wounds?
Or do you only get release
when you too join them
in the grave?
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