Gone

All the things I’ve ever done

Now fade away, into the sun

The wars we lost, the battles won

Those memories can’t be undone

RIP Dad Cat

1/26/1950-5/19/2018

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Death Row

What do you say to someone who’s dying

Without getting swept up in tears?

All the should’ves and could’ves and maybes and would’ves

Added up over the years

Unable to talk, unable to eat,

Unable to get out of bed

Unable to shake off the shackles of grief

From the prisons of bodies or heads

What do you say when you don’t have the words

To express how it is that you feel?

No amount of I’m sorry’s will negate the neglect

Over years, there are no appeals

The sentence is death and the timing is soon

That’s the certainty that we know

What do you say to someone who’s dying

When you all know it’s their time to go?

This was supposed to be published on Wednesday, 5/23/18. I wrote it on Thursday, 5/17/18. My father passed away on Saturday, 5/19/18.

I didn’t get to say goodbye.

I am 2018

Who do you love and

Who do you serve?

Where do you share

Just how you observe?

Are you a tiger

Or are you a snake?

Do you hide under cover

Or make mountains shake?

Are you a follower

Or take the first spot?

Do you believe

You deserve what you got?

Do you create anything

Or take all that you can?

It’s 2018

And I’m still just a Man.

In honor of the 50th Anniversary of the murder of the late Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and his support of the Memphis Sanitation Workers’ Strike, #IAM2018

Solace

To hide to create, to write and to love

To sing and to laugh, to cry and to hug

Some take place in our minds while others cannot

Sometimes this small solace is all that we’ve got

Love Song

We are not a love song.

We are not the pillar of unity we pretend to be.

We are hours of silent pleading, drowned out by the static of the television set.

We are a wedding portrait being eaten alive by a sea of flames.

We are a house full of endless disasters and a sink perpetually overflowing with dishes.

We are a myriad of desperate hopes, piled high to the ceiling, never being fulfilled.

We are hours of invisible needs, consistently losing to the other’s screen.

We are hurt and angry.

We are never going to change

We are used to being last.

We will always be together.

The Chore Fairy vs. Technology

What do you do when you feel overwhelmed

When your world is about to explode?

Just grab your device

Tell the kids to play nice

And go duck inside the commode

Avoiding the chores piling up all around you

Long term, won’t do you any favors

But you’ll be feeling sweet

With your butt on the seat

Telling off all your friends and your neighbors

The taps of your fingers, the scrolls of the screen

As your brain and eyes start to glaze over

Now you’ve been gone several hours

Sucked in with its’ powers

You’re a twenty-first century rover!

#MeToo in Afghanistan, a check in at the gym #ican

Why doesn’t your wife seem to care?

A couple posts of RIPs

Free garden pallets? Yes please!

Hey! SHE’S BEEN WASHING YOUR UNDERWEAR

The sun has now set, there’s no reason to fret

Somehow tasks magically seemed to get done!

But don’t be surprised

If the Chore Fairy’s eyes

Are glued shut when you’re ready for fun…

This is a poem I wrote while procrastinating and not doing the dishes in the picture above. My husband actually picked up a lot of slack this weekend; ideas expressed here are not about him (this time).

Beans

If the strongest among us are meant to survive

But the meek shall inherit the Earth

To the rest of us, it seems,

That counting our beans

Is our plight, whatever it’s worth.

Star (Memories 1)

My darling, my baby, my love bug, my star

My fierce, brazen toddler; a sweetheart you are

You’ve started to kiss and give hugs unplanned (4/2017)

Just because, sometimes, you’ll grab onto our hands (3/2017)

You ROAR like a lion (1/2017) and TWEET like the birds (3/2017)

I’ve lost count now of all your words (week of 4/16/17)

Two months ago they were less than two dozen

You always say “HOT!” when we touch the oven

You boast, with conviction, all words within means

You scare deer and geese with your jubilant screams (3/2017)

It seems, every day, that you do something new

Pearly, round toes free without socks or shoes

You tear them off now with such a delight (week of 4/16/17)

If you’re ready, at bedtime, you tell us “night night” (4/2017)

Yesterday you spent your first day in the Toddlers’ Room

At daycare, and you were just over the moon (4/26/17)

You mimicked me spitting out toothpaste, too (4/26/17)

Toothbrush in your hand, with your bear who is blue

The things you’ll accomplish, the man you’ll become

How grateful I am that you are my son

I started this 9 months ago. It’s truly unbelievable how much he has changed since then! Every day is a blessing.

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