Winter weather finds us bundled up.
Traveling around our daily lives.
A wrong step can lead to disaster
Or to a place that is wonderful to view.
So the ice that plagues the streets
And the sidewalks need to be sanded.
If anyone is going around today
Put your best foot forward
And see what winter has in store for you.
Since schools refuse to acknowledge
mental health issues
for the children they teach
Why not start a new trend?
School boards should institute
Sick day absentees that
include mental health
or at least realize that sometimes
parents keep their children home
for the sake of the child.
Not every excuse is the same.
Physically they may be fine
but mentally they have no energy
to get things done.
I like to play games.
They are so much fun.
Interacting with others
or solo brain teasers.
But not all games are equal.
Still I wonder
When will it arrive?
When you can not control
when it should happen.
Patience is a virtue
yet it is so hard to implement.
So wait and see
if what is supposed to happen –
will happen?
I am absolutely
100 percent
certain that
this is what I want.
Maybe?
Things spill out.
Such a mess.
Ideas and paints or crayons everywhere.
Words jumble together.
Fun things emerge.
Who would have thought this was a masterpiece.
Maybe someday one will be created.
I can not stop it.
Will it be fun and festive?
Or sad and forgotten?
Time marches on.
Maybe some day soon
I will put up the Christmas Tree.
I struggle to keep them in my life.
They mean well
and their actions stem from a place of love.
Yet every time I see them
a confrontation is sure to follow.
Boundaries need to be set
and maintained
or surely I will lose my mind
and find myself
once again walking away because
I have tried everything I could
to have a better relationship
but ultimately
to no avail.
So can I say good-bye?
Maybe.
Not yet.
Maybe someday.
I forgot your name.
I don’t know how to play.
I remember the obscure song lyric.
I will make an awful pun.
That is what I think is fun!
I followed the rules.
Some got fudged.
Others were treated with deference.
Yet a dressing down is still applied.
To me an adult.
Guilt is not necessarily a good or bad thing.
Except when it is used
as a weapon against them.
I followed the rules.
And I was honest.
