Grand Children

How wonderful are
the children of my children?
They are grand, indeed.

Smart, sweet, and sassy;
loving, amusing, and kind.
Cute beyond belief.

I’d tell everyone
that the kids take after me,
but I’d be lying.

That’s me in the middle, holding our youngest grandchild and surrounded by my husband, kids, and grandkids.

Sick Euphemisms

seldom am i ill
now i’m green around the gills
under the weather

trying to refrain
from blowing copious chunks
feeling dyspeptic

weak as a kitten
way down in the old dumpster
sick as a puppy.

euphemisms all
describing one ugly truth
i feel craptastic.

  
Someone needs to sing Soft Kitty to me.

Polarized

her tightly pinched lips
sickly white from forced pressure
pushing love away.

giggles erupting
uncontained mirth engulfing
overtaking us.

no smiles found her eyes
wary, watchful orbs untouched
by life’s happiness.

prayers heard solemnly
lovingly tucked in warm beds
sweet dreams little ones.

slippered feet silenced
anxious to avoid conflict
too quiet children.

holding on tightly
waltzing in circles of joy
her love unrestrained.

  

  
Peace, people!

Haiku City

I found this on Facebook this morning. 

  

I believe it highlights the particular agony of writing haiku. It made me giggle.

Peace, people!

Thunderstorm on the 4th

is there anything
sadder on July the 4th
than a thunderstorm?

unused, the fireworks
await clear skies for glory
and rockets’ red glare.

distant crack sounds near
weather or firecracker’s boom?
bombs bursting in air.

  
Peace, people!

Door

In response to the weekly photo challenge, Door:

 

Mysteries await

Beyond this green wooden door;

Antigua beckons.

Serious Man at Barnes and Noble

it’s easy to spot
the serious gentleman
he’s notating joyce.

  
a pen in one hand
he scribbles in the margins
frowning all the while.

 

James Joyce’s handwriting
 
can he not see that
frowning creases his forehead?
oh, i suppose not.

Cat Dreams

chittering softly
sleeping kitten stirs in dreams
paws prepare to pounce.

who knows what she hunts
behind tightly shuttered eyes?
mew! she cries, sweet dreams.