Poetry

Always embarassed.

Forever trying to be cool.

Not caring for the fashions.

Yet, styling is their tool.

Forging your own path

may be the thing to say.

Yet being the weird one

Always makes my day.

My poor, sick baby

Her cough is driving me crazy

If I could wave a magic wand

So that awful cough was gone

I would

Instead I’ll be driving to the pharmacy

When you ask a friend

to pick up a jug of milk,

how galling it feels

to be lowered

to such a humiliating level.

Yet, if that is the only source of food

you have for your children

you do whatever it takes to keep them alive.

And pray that next week

the food bank has more vegetables

instead of merely rice and pasta.

The Eat Healthy diets

only work if you can afford them.

Two letters.

Powerful.

Does not mean yes.

Does not mean maybe.

Does not mean talk over me.

Does not mean anything but no!

So if you don’t listen to these two letters

it simply means you won’t listen to anything else I say.

But there is someone I know who will.

Anxiety has many faces.

Some get panic attacks.

Others always have to be early

or exactly on time.

For many perfection is everything.

While others it is the appearance that counts.

Me, I get anxious when certain household items are about to run out.

Then I stock up on everything possible!

I choose to show up.

I am willing to be responsible.

I can be patient.

Up to a point.

Even I have days

where things overwhelm me.

Those are the days

when I need to remember

to be thankful.

Nothing is changing.

All that is happening is frustration.

Who can keep up under this pressure.

Things look down

and it looks like they will keep going.

Gold stars are hard to find some days.

Two of them even harder.

I am more aware of the communication problem

I have with my child.

They are maturing and I can see the signs.

Small wins are still gold stars.

My wish is that someday

they will move out of my house

and I can stop worrying about their decision making process.

I know as a mother

I will never stop worrying

about my children.

Yet, this one worries me the most.

How cold are you?

Do you feel remorse?

Is empathy just not in your vocabulary?

You act cruelly.

You are mean and spiteful.

Bitterness rules your heart.

I wonder if anyone had been kind to you

would you still be this way?

In blood, sweat and tears.

In full.

Traded for it.

What a bargain!

Haggled them down.

What did you pay?

Nil, nada nothing!

What did you get?

Nil, nada nothing!