Poetry

My boy is missing.

His brother and I worry.

The family is concerned.

Where is my boy?

Why hasn’t he come home?

Will he ever come home?

I get on with life

but I am still worried!

I could not care less

but a rhyme is a guess

so even if I stress

I hope I can trust

The ones chosen I must

Otherwise it will be dust

What was I doing again?

Everyone likes to complain about their life.

Their jobs suck.

Bad service at the coffee shop.

Traffic was slow.

My friends don’t understand me.

How soon we forget

We are blessed.

Food to eat.

Clothes to wear.

A roof over our head.

People who care

and won’t try to hurt us.

My life is good.

If only I look at it differently.

I worry about my kids.

I worry about my cats.

I curse the worry that strains my finances.

I stress about the little things

Never knowing if everything will be alright.

My life would be great if only…

I even worry about my friends.

How special is that!

Don’t expect me to be normal.

I don’t live there.

I am weird, gloriously so.

I prefer the term eclectic.

If I had money I would be eccentric.

I am not crazy though.

My sanity may be questioned

but I am all me!

 

The crisp air cooled my fingertips.

I stopped underneath the yellow leafed tree.

My mind was racing unable to be contained.

That is when the tear drops started.

The clouds rolled in laughing at me.

As I clenched my hands in my pockets seeking warmth

I found myself cleansed by the falling rain.

On the walk home I found a lonely solace.

My heart will always love

even if I am not loved.

 

Hot Cocoa

Hot Coffee

Hot Cider

Hot Chocolate

Hot Toddy

Hot Water

Hot Tea

Any Hot beverage

on a cold winter morning

is good with me!

 

We all complain.

The heat is too hot!

The weather is too nice to be stuck inside

especially if you are at work!

Then the mornings get cold.

The air begins to crisp up.

Layers are needing to be donned.

I don’t want the s n o w to come.

All complaining aside

the seasons continue to change

and the this is the life we live!

 

 

My life is on constant repeat.

The sentences are said over and over again.

Variation seems impossible.

Some days coffee is the only joy.

 

Wet nose pressed against my face

Paws scratching at the blankets

Wake up human!

I’m hungry!

Give me love!

Play with me!

Oh yeah, Scritches!

I look at the clock and sigh.

Only 2 hours before my alarm would go off.

Except now I have a new furry one!

I turn of the manual alarm

then get up and go feed the cats.