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The place I feel happiest

is when I am at my friend’s house.

We talk, laugh and play games.

I feel comfortable and wanted.

I do not feel like a burden

or stressed out when I am there.

My house is not so comfortable

but that is because I have responsibilities

that need to be performed.

Am I able to drive through a thunderstorm?

Would I be willing to jump into a vat of sharks?

If asked to sign my finances away

would I be willing?

Could I step into a fire in order to get through it?

What would be the consequences of my inactions?

Or is it I am depressed

and the numbness won’t go away?

She has me trained.

She knows what the laser pointer does

and she knows the sound of when I pick it up.

She also knows where we usually keep it

so she will sit in front of the computer screen

and look at me

until I pick it up and play with her!

Does he want me to remember it

or would he rather I not acknowledge it?

I do not have a present

other than my love and well wishes.

He is getting older and is full of pain.

All I want is to be with him

and help him laugh.

But,

I also know if I try to force any unwanted attention

on him

he’ll be upset.

So,

do I try to celebrate his birthday or not?

One was a song

The other a grandma

The third a boat

but they all fill you with a sense of wonder

and you go into life differently

because if them!

Why do we do these stupid competitions?

Are they really that much fun?

Do we like to make fools of ourselves that much?

Or can we stop cringing at the sight of people in pain?

We call ourselves sophisticated and yet we laugh at the dumbest things.

Can you stop yourself from being a jerk?

I dare ya!?

 

Most people will enjoy the nicer weather.

Go outside and be active.

Me, I’ll hide in the dark house

with the curtains drawn close

trying to keep the air cooler inside than the outside.

If I have to venture out

I try to keep it to a minimum.

I am the summer’s hermit.

Just like in the winter

but for the opposite reason.

I care about Canada.

It is my country.

I care about it so much

that I am willing to leave it.

I care about the people

and the ones who shape it.

The newly arrived,

the baby’s breaths

and the inhaled impression

of freshly landed immigrants

or the ones we displaced

when we first came here.

We are all in this together

and we are stronger for it.

So when I go visit other homes

I take care to be nice to them

for everyone has their own story to tell

and should I be asked

I will sometimes tell mine.

Expectations are high.

The effort is put in.

The event is now over.

A few disappointments

but the party was fun.

Most people were happy

so that was the point.

The main focus

was on the family

and is that not the best part

of any social gathering!

When you wake up

shivering and wet

shaking from the cold

and the fear

you turn on the light

only to hear

a moan coming

from your very own ….