These Days

These days I wear baby burp like cologne;
it smells like love to me.

To me summer vacation is covered in
handprints and hugs;
it's not easy being a crane- you lift one,
they all want a ride;
and once is never enough!

I find myself sitting on a floor
holding the future in my lap
wondering:
If two cartoon lions can find true love,
why can't I?

I will never know why a bug
so fascinating
must be squished.

I believe a magic eraser really is
magic,
but soap is superfluous.

These days I come home with pockets
full of excitement for the future
and small rocks.

These days I would be unrecognizable
if I weren't
dripping with bags
filled to capacity.

These days it's worth a roomful of
wild monkeys
just to peek in the door, and know
she's happy.

These days my waking hours are enriched
my sleep is fragmented
my body is caffeinated
my breasts wax and wane.

Lord, give me strength for
another day
another "why?"
another cry
Lord, I cherish these days as they pass
the hours drag by, but time moves
too fast.

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Roses are red and violets are blue,
but violets aren't blue; they're violet
don't let the words fool you!

And roses aren't just red
they are pink and yellow and orange and white
and even blue, now
so how can those words be true?

Perhaps it should say:
words are read and roses are blue

But words aren't just read,
they're heard and said
How will you know
if the words you know are true?


And roses have thorns,
but lately they don't
how will you know which are which
until you feel the stick?

You won't

But they smell so sweet and words are so strong
that even the ones that are all wrong
sound good
so you get a little closer.

Is it a fool that picks after
the last prick left a scar?
Not defeated but
tougher skinned;

No

It's a hopeful soul who
trusts in the words
that roses are red and violets are blue.

I Am

I am an old house awaiting residence.
I know what it is to be filled with love one moment
and emptiness the next.
Though I may need curb appeal, great potential
lies beyond the door.

I am a loud song wanting to be heard.
Dynamic and strong; meaningful layers
fill up a space.
Though the sound does not appeal to all, I know
someone will want to rock out to my tune.

I am a spring garden of colorful bursts
Lonely winters have wilted my blooms, but
my roots remain, anticipating the sun.
Though weeds may infringe on my growth,
a little maintainance and love will
allow my beauty to shine.