You don’t mean to let it bother you.
Yet it won’t leave your mind.
It revolves around and around
On the same track
Worn down by the repeated worries.
If only getting out of the rut was as easy as identifying that one is there.
Productive morning
Three tasks done
and three more to go.
Early the riser
and tired she goes.
Do the errands
as complaining shows.
Then exhausted
collapse in front of TV show.
Fuzzy Furry Faces
Squiooshiable.
Flufflier as they age.
Softer and sweeter.
Oh so cute.
Pets are to be adored.
Busy Week
TGIF.
Thank goodness it’s Friday.
The day where you can see the weekend.
Relaxing or recharging.
However you like.
My mind is confused
but I still look forward
to the company of a very good friend.
Have I?
I thought I had put that in the vehicle?
Why are these clothes still here?
Where’s the medication from the cabinet?
Who took the last of the milk and did not rinse the jug?
When was my next appointment?
Where’s my head?
I know my glasses are on them somewhere!
Learning is doing
Paint drops
Leaving flecks
Spattered along
Neck and shoulders.
The cabin is a work
of art.
I used a roller
to get things
rolling.
Boom
Fear comes
BOOM
In many
BOOM
Different
BOOM
Forms which
BOOM
Is dangerous
BOOM
Because
BOOM
We all
BOOM
Suffer
BOOM
This one
BOOM
Great fear.
BOOM
Death.
BOOM
Rules of the Universe
A good parent follows through.
The government is not always on your side.
Neighbours can be good or bad.
A country is only a concept given form though laws.
Games played do not always have a winner.
Science is only magic that is being discovered.
Miracles do happen every day.
Most people are oblivious to the obvious around them.
Wise people are not always the nicest.
The rich like to get richer.
The poor struggle to stay alive.
Poems are merely words strung together.
My favorite is there is always an exception to the rule.
No Appetite
Mothers worry.
Sometimes over nothing.
Most times
because we can not do anything.
So we try the best we can
and bring them something
that might or might not help.
The Sirens are Blazing through the City Tonight
All too familiar.
Makes you wonder
Who is the next victim?
Did they get out of the fire alive?
Was the hospital not able to take them?
Then there is the praying
that they never need to come to your place.
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