Knock on the door.
The figure standing before me is uniformed.
“Are there any children in the house?”
I answer the questions concerned.
My neighbourhood is a good one.
A gang attack?
Next door?
They are good people…
Are the kids ok?
Oh that’s why you are asking me.
No, I am not hiding them.
After they have left
I cry and go cuddle my own babies.
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.
