Poetry

It is a computer term

Like the 404 one

It won’t let you go any further

until it is dealt with

When the energy does not exist

and you still have to do things.

The children need breakfast

and the cats need to be feed.

Clothes take an eternity to put on

and not just your own.

Coffee, the universal saviour of the tired

has to work double hard this morning.

Once the kids are out the door and at their schools

all y ou wish to do is nap

but there are so many more things that need to be done!

So go on and move like a snail

I won’t judge you

because I am in the same boat

I have claimed her.

She has my scent.

She has soft cushions for me to lay upon

And sleep.

She feeds me

She plays with me.

She is mine

And if you come near her

While I am cuddling with her

I will swat you

Since hissing didn’t work!

It does not matter what you think before hand

Or even if you have help

There will always be a situation

where you are whoofully unprepared.

Mine was the everyday tasks

of feeding, clothing and napping

that was required.

For better or worse

Things do not remain constant.

People always believe in glory days

or we had it worst of all!

The younger generations can never compete

with an old persons self inflicted misery.

Yet we still survive.

Somehow.

Still if hope is lost

things remain static

for a time at least.

Reminders sometimes work

but internalization is best

The problem stems from memory

and stubbornness or refusal

So constant reminders

are the only way for a child

with ADHD

Now if only I could remind myself

What does it take to offend someone

when it concerns their religion?

Or even worse their traditions?

You may mean no offense

yet it will still be intended that way.

No one is perfect

and even mind readers

can not know how a person

will react if the words spoken

were actually said!

Emotions can sometimes be the hardest

things to actually read

and forgiveness

is never an emotion

it is always the act of mentally

releasing the guilt or anger.

That may be why it is so hard to do.

We all see them

We all look away

We pretend they do not exist

We attempt to forget them

We remember them later

and think

We should have helped them

Their situation is dire.

They fight valiantly.

Yet, it always comes down to luck.

Do the dice roll in their favour

Or do the cards remain stacked against them.

If they were real and not characters in a game

I would feel so much more horror

For the atrocities they have to go through.

To be the winner

Means first place

Or having outlasted

Everyone else.

But what if you get lonely?

If you realize that being a winner

Does not equate to being on top

But merely enjoying

The journey that you travel,

Then you will believe in yourself

And know the true value of others.

They are not your enemy

But

They are not always your friend.

Know the difference

And

Your life will be longer

Laughing.