Poetry

When it snows

take an extra ten minutes

to brush the snow off your vehicle.

Also give yourself more time to get to work.

If that is not an option

you obviously have no snow

where you live!

When you let your anger get the better of you.

Yelling, screaming and punishing your child

in front of the whole world.

Well the neighbourhood at least.

I have sympathy for the children

when they are not my own.

Too bad mine know my buttons too well.

I have failed.

I am a bad parent.

My child is the problem child

and I am not backing down.

They have nothing on me!

I know too much

things you would not believe!

They call me crazy

but I know the truth!

Only those who listen will understand

this irrational fear that the government perpetuates!

Do not debate them!

That is how they suck you in!

Explain your views politely

and then walk away.

Run if they follow!

Whatever you do…

Do NOT look back!

They know who I am.

I am not staying quiet.

A dissident in my words and actions.

When they have enough power

will they come for me?

Or will they let an unstable woman

be quietly forgotten?

We say we can not forget.

We say never again!

Yet what is happening in this world

is that history repeats itself.

People are sacrificed

and nobody says enough to stop it.

What will you do when they come for your children?

Shenanigans galore

erupt on this school day morning.

The cats race around

with pent up energy

mirrored by the kids

and my lack of enthusiasm

keeps me from screaming in frustration.

Desperate times call for a maniac solution.

The school bus will be here soon.

One sock only and have a great day!

 

Being chased by the police.

Running from the neighbourhood watch.

Flinging stones at the houses – just for fun.

Not giving a damn if you live or die.

Fighting the authority that is!

Actions speak louder than words.

Saying Sorry only works if you mean it.

Nobody is perfect.

This is not a perfect world.

 

It is not white.

It calls out to the forlorn.

The ravaged leaves of fall

crossing with the winds of the North

bring the Dove to Earth.

It calls to the lonely

and gives comfort to the wicked.

But its beauty is not to be seen

for the wings of destiny

cannot be undone.

Is sometimes easier than getting the children

out the door at the same time.

One invariably forgets something.

The other doesn’t want to go.

Finally convinced another needs to use the washroom.

By the time they are all in the vehicle

it is time to head back home

from whatever errand or school day you began with.

Your Heart is only full

if you refuse to let it grow.

There is no limit to the amount

of people you can love.

That is the restriction of a stadium

or your bedroom.

Which by the way

is none of my business!

Hot or Cold.

Shoot them in a gun.

Vegetable Baseball.

Multiple penalties.

None of them useful

for the stew afterwards!