Choking and having trouble breathing.
Acid reflux coming at you with a vengeance.
The next ten minutes coughing.
Sleep is gone.
Let’s see what the day has.
It doesn’t look good.
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Jackpot
Knock on the door.
Charity asking for donations.
A bottle drive.
Ten minutes later.
A much cleaner, cleared out basement.
The kids are very happy.
Their parents … maybe not so.
Thank the hairdresser
My friend gifted me a color.
The style was suggested by the hairdresser.
I am glad I listened to both of them.
Compliments have been very nice to hear lately.
Divide the Neighbours
There is always going to be someone
that you don’t like.
So be proactive
and be the one no one else likes!
Barren Trees
All it took was one night.
This morning
the bright yellow and orange leaves
litter the ground.
Fall has arrived.
Time to dig out the sweaters.
Telling the Neighbourhood Cats Apart
That one is U because of his wonky taill.
That one looks like U but is J due to the recent fight wounds.
That one is V because she immediately meows when you open your door
and then runs up and wants you to pet her.
That one looks like my cat but is outside so it must be L.
The smaller, skinner orange tabby is G.
That means I need to stay close to my cats should I decide it is outside time.
Unintentional Racism
Back in University days
I met a bus driver.
I enjoyed talking to him
but he was of indigenous origin.
One day our conversation
turned to the middle ages.
I had joined a group that had fun
pretending to live in medieval times.
He liked the idea of recreating the past
and having fun as one of his ancestors.
To this day I regret trying to dissuade him
from playing an indigenous person.
To white privileged me,
Only European characters should be in the game.
Today, I apologize to him, even though
he may never know, and to all others
I have hurt by my ignorant biases.
Same age
I did not have friends
When I was her age.
High school meant
The unpopular kids
Had to find hiding spots.
I was in university
When I was his age
Full of antics and shenanigans.
Still socially shy
But I did have a group to hang with.
Now, I can look back
And bore them stories
Of when I was your age…….
Usually it is him
Who wakes up in the middle of the night.
The one who goes downstairs
Because they cannot sleep.
The one who has the midnight snack.
The one who doesn’t want to disturb the others sleep.
Yet, this morning I find myself down here
Head throbbing.
Stomach growling
And totally
Indecisive!
When Laughing Matters no longer make you laugh
I used to think it was funny
when someone tripped and fell on their ass.
Then I saw an old lady
fall smashing her face in the sidewalk.
Society deems it acceptable to laugh at others pain and anguish,
but truly, do you like it when people laugh at you?
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