Wrapped up in the blankets.
Cuddling from the cold weather.
Can’t wait until we can get home
And take a long shower.
Camping can be fun
But there are obvious limits
To my patience.
Wrapped up in the blankets.
Cuddling from the cold weather.
Can’t wait until we can get home
And take a long shower.
Camping can be fun
But there are obvious limits
To my patience.
When he snores
And you find it cute.
When you pluck out
The moustache hairs because he will kiss you more.
When he leaves you alone
So you can finally have some quiet time away from the kids.
When he wants to play with you
But you tell him to play with himself
And he does.
When you are in the mood
And he is too
And you laugh together
Because you know he loves you.
One day at a time.
Celebrate the little wins.
Don’t expect everything to change all at once.
Because if it did you might find
nothing actually changed
because you did not change with it.
Hormones are to blame.
So says science.
Not just a “Get a hold of yourself!”
“Stop your crying or I will give you something to really cry about!”
Too bad people are now deciding that science is also not to be trusted.
The never-ending saga.
The reason some people feel the need to hurt others
is a concept I have not always been able to understand.
Especially when it is my child they hurt.
What’s in a name?
Is it cultural?
Familial?
Or simply a whim by the parents?
Whatever you are called
please realize
You are the one who makes that name worthwhile!
Denim work wear.
Made to be comfortable.
Versatile and easy to clean.
A long viable history.
Where one can see the impact made on fashion.
Where else can jeans and a tshirt
be heralded as chic.
How to hide
even when the enemy is colour blind?
Camouflage does not work
because it is based on colours of nature.
Magic only works if the audience
is willing to believe in it.
Someday, my brain will switch on
the light bulb needed
to actually perform the proper social tasks
currently being demanded.
Trying to keep it down.
The emotions and the pain.
The virus causes discomfort
and the fact you can not do anything
does not alleviate the situation.
Instead, you have to hold it all in
and hope you can make it through the day
without getting fired
or puking on someone else.
Nothing I do is worthy.
Reading other people’s poems
tell me mine are not very good.
I can not turn a phrase
as well as those poets.
Yet I still strive to express myself.
Maybe some day
I will find the inner voice
that tells me
You are wonderful and unique.
Today is not that day.