It happened one night.
Supper to be.
The bag of frozen peas.
Slipped from tired hands.
All over the stove.
All over the floor.
Some in the pot
but more rolled out the door.
Days later
the broom still finds
a lonely last pea
swept up from behind
the fridge.
Wash.
Dry.
Fold.
I have started
The first two.
The last
I leave to you.
Things go rotten.
Foul and stained.
The odours that waft
Makes gagging inane.
People corrupted
Bring relationships to an end.
The stench of their lives
Creates a world to mend.
We care more for ourselves
And forget our neighbours.
A smile.
A wave hello.
Who leaves behind a legacy
Where the sweet smell of them flows?
Gardens are for enjoying.
Landfills only get trashed.
Showers.
Dressed.
Pick up the miscellaneous.
Drive to the gathering.
Arrive and be welcomed
As one who is loved.
Dread in anticipation.
Fear of being judged.
Hark the time of jubilation.
Family should be joy.
Sometimes, things are learned too late.
Love still surrounds,
But understanding takes the back seat.
If only the camera was ready.
High Functioning.
Low Functioning.
Functioning to be alive.
Society thinks you are okay
If you show signs of competence.
Does it matter if you break down?
Only if it is in public
and then you are only shamed.
Time slows down.
It never stops.
The lights flicker.
Then they pop.
Life moves on.
Death comes for all.
Nothing is certain.
Nature makes us small.
We begin a fire.
Tinder used first.
The flames burn brighter.
Then coals are produced.
Things begin.
Things end.
We all live and die
but the flames inside
are what we burn for.
When she leaves
Quiet reigns.
The house is emptier
and bigger.
She is given more freedom
there with him.
Yet some weekends
she prefers to stay with me.
She has her own room
at each parents place.
She has chores to do
that each require doing.
Yet both of us love her
and at her Father’s House
I know I can trust him
to take care of her.
That is why
she loves us both.
Drained.
Exhausted.
Frozen in Time.
Push the Envelope.
Dare to Try.
Energy Removed.
Push Back.
Denial is denied.
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