Poetry

Warm sweater.

Fuzzy socks.

Mug of hot chocolate.

Good book to curl up with.

After as the treat for doing all the boring errands out in the cold.

Double the batch

Lasts longer, right?

Wrong!

Second day and already almost gone.

Screaming at the TV.

Yelling at the kids for supper.

Loud music for impromptu dance parties.

Running the dishwasher at 6am.

Laundry being done after 11pm.

Who else is at fault for these unseemly thin walls?

The couch.

My computer chair.

The carpeted stairs.

My mattress.

But not the actual post standing in the living room.

The goal that won the game.

The athlete’s injury.

The pride of the home town.

The excited whispers of the secrets found.

But only if you played the video game long enough.

The boasting that nobody likes a sore loser.

Yet, we still compete and play these games.

Some days you have no energy.

Others it is simply motivation.

Most worrisome is when the two combine.

Going back to bed is not always an option.

So on the good days

Do what you can and hope for more of them.

Space exploration tools.

Candy that not everyone likes.

Stones that are it!

A band of singers I think?

A propulsion unit designed to go faster!

One day – our home?

Patience tested.

Tolerance surpassed.

Annoyance levels elevating.

Memory problems?

No, I have trouble explaining the same thing

over

and over

and over

again.

Get up.

Make a coffee.

Wander around kitchen.

Do a few chores.

Hope inspiration comes.

Finally return to the screen.

Write something?

Hope it is good enough.

It doesn’t matter what time you went to bed,

Partying all night long.

It doesn’t matter what you feel like.

Hangover or not.

All that matters is that you wake up on time

so that the cats can be fed.