Poetry

My carpets do not allow me to do this.

I have no rugs

because I have laminate floors.

Hardwood is too expense

and difficult for me to maintain.

So instead I will merely use the euphuism

and ignore my other problems.

Some people love them.

Others hate them.

I do not have a bland palette

but when the spicy gets hot….

Though I am also

still trying to figure out

which ones work best with each other.

They give you pictures and drawings

when they are young.

Sometimes a prize from outside.

But the one thing

you can always count on

is whatever sickness

they have come down with.

Do not try to say

to them

that everything is fine.

Nothing is worse.

Do not try to brush off their diagnosis

or bereavement.

Acknowledge their feelings.

Be a friend.

Let them cry

or express their feelings.

Listen.

Sometimes

that is all that is needed.

Winter was short.

Unseasonably so.

Yet, outside the sun shines

and I want green things to grow.

Or should I say

out of sleep.

It is not the paw to the face

or the claws trying to get the blanket back.

It is her purrs right next to my ear

that make me smile

and allow her to join me

for cuddles.

Through the parking lot

he came up to me.

Commenting how my glasses

made me look like

someone from that show!

Which show?

My old creepy man alarm did not fully engage

so when he said

I was cute

I took it as a compliment

and walked on.

It is simple to tap into the sad.

Years of experience to draw upon.

Joy and happiness are harder to recall.

Despair seems to have seeped into my soul.

Yet, I fight against it daily.

Constantly changing.

Depends on who I talk to.

Pathways diverge.

Meetings happen.

Mistakes are made.

Laughter sometimes ensues.

What I am worth

is never defined by you.

Why do people like me?
I have never understood this.

Not everyone does

but that is okay with me.

Those that do like me

I am not sure why?

They laugh sometimes at my silly puns.

They smile when I tell them about my day.

I try to listen when they talk.

Sometimes I make them something as a thank you.

I appreciate my friends

because they appreciate me.

Maybe that is why they like me?