Poetry

Hope draws us all.

We sense the changes.

Regrets follow us.

A new dawn begins.

Once the clouds move past

we see ourselves in each other.

Love is blind

and universal.

Give and you will find you are never empty.

Simple.

It is evil.

That which you deem necessary

is only there

to continue the evil.

Change the necessary

and then

you can change the evil.

I would rather have them be a joy to teach in your classroom than in mine.

I would rather have a steady income than live paycheck to paycheck.

I would rather be thankful for my life than live drowning in regret.

I would rather play games than work.

Rather selfish wouldn’t you say?

Flutters delicately in the wind.

Wrapped around the waist.

Worn as a shawl.

Covers the head simply tied.

Or in this winter wind

guards our neck and face

against the bitter cold!

Let them sleep.

It is quiet.

Moments for mommy.

Perhaps a nap for her as well.

Too bad her naps

Are longer than theirs.

Laugh as much as you want.

Find the humour in anything.

Give yourself the freedom to be happy.

Then cry yourself to sleep.

Have the bad days

they help remind you of the good ones.

Be grateful for any day

and love the laughter you can enjoy.

Is bland

yet tasty.

It can be dressed up

or down

depending on preferences.

So why not a spoonful of jam

to help the palate this morning.

Somehow he always surprises me.

Something completely unexpected.

Yet, still showing how untrustworthy he is.

Where he expects me to take responsibility for his failings.

Competence only comes when I can leave him behind completely.

That will only happen once the kids are grown up

and hopefully moved out of the house.

What a wonderful way to start the day.

Pulses racing.

Voices raised.

Trying to use logic

and losing badly.

Emotionally distraught

as the victor is clearly no one!

Waking up first helps.

So does coffee

and now to look up therapists.

Maybe they’ll help?

Or maybe desperation

makes one snap when defiance

is the response to reasonable requests.

We all see the slice taken.

The damage culminating in the photos.

The hate and baseless lies fueling the actions.

So why do we let ourselves bleed?

Can we not go forward by blunting the weapons

or do we merely want to not leave our comfortable box?

Sooner or later,

the knife will come to you.

Will you use it?

Or be its victim.