Poetry

The delectable scent

of Coffee wafts through the pre-dawn light.

Only one who truly loves you

will bring you that wonderful mug

while you are still in bed.

This is not a phase that reverts back to menstruation.

It is wrong to think of it as a pause.

It is a joyous welcome from a burden nature placed on women.

It should be Menofinale.

Since it brings a freedom to those who no longer bleed each month.

Pre menopause is not fun.

But once through that time,

believe me,

your life begins anew.

It has been a month

of vacations,

sickness,

visiting people

and having fun.

Now I am ready

to just get back into the schedule

I was used to

so that one day soon

I can see my best freind

and just hang out with them.

Sweltering turns to freezing

and back again

when the air conditioner fails once more.

If only the temperature stayed the same

we have much boring lives.

Though I would like it a lot somedays.

Sometimes

It all comes at once.

Things that hurt you

while others are extremely joyful.

Most weeks are this weird mixture of both.

It takes a village to raise a child

is an African saying

or so I am told.

It is true though.

Children are not just little versions of you.

There is the other parent

and their parents.

Your siblings and their families.

Your neighbours and your friends.

And then there is you.

You must learn to let go

because you will have to share them with the world.

Yes it may take less muscles

but I’m not frowning.

I am merely not smiling

and sometimes

you deserve the frown!

Foods you can do both too.

Calamari.

Eggs.

Perogies.

Dumplings.

Potatoes.

Sometimes just because you can

does not you should.

Frying up spinach is not a good idea.

Baking maybe.

And boiling an eggplant…. yuck.

I guess I should look at other recipes.

The text came early.

An invitation not to be denied.

A time among friends.

Seen rarely and loved dearly.

Some days turn out better than anticipated.

When the sadness needs to be talked about

yet no one is listening.

How do you tell people

when they don’t care about your feelings?

Sometimes I cry and today is full of sadness

yet the sun shines and the clouds float by.

My sad castle in the sky

is mere whisps of me clinging to something I thought was real.

Someday, I will be real too.

Someday, someone will listen when I am sad.