I wonder upon this night about those in Ukraine Fleeing their country, stricken with pain How much can the human spirit endure? War is contagious, we must find a cure.
I want to write tonight, but I know not what about, So many things in my head, I want to scream and shout. I see the bad, I see the good, I see the in-between, I’m torn between a giggle, torn between a scream. Another body fallen, another baby born,…
He thought he had been robbed, He called up his own mob. Even though there was no proof, They believed it was the truth. There was no proof of theft and wrong, They fought even after he was gone. They felt that they were right, Without proof, they continue to…
What you see and what you believe are filtered though your mind, Many fail to read to find the truth, read more than the headline. Some react and then attack, and then watch the story grow, Spreading lies with conviction, influencing all they know. Some become Doctors without degrees, Saying…
It was just another day, lessons taught, Worked in my pajamas, No battles were fought. Washed two cars, one dirty from dust, Waxed them both to protect from rust. Spoke with a friend far away, Who fights a warrior’s battle everyday. We talked for and hour with lots to say,…
Some of us knew what he was going to do, We knew who he was and knew what was true. We knew that a snake oil salesman was in the White House, We knew he was a liar, a cheater, and louse. We were scared in our hearts of 4…
Basura cat was going tippy tap, What a strange noise, being made by my cat. She is busy learning Morse code today, To hear what the outgoing president has to say. He’s no longer welcome on social media sites, No longer is he writing in the middle of the night.…
Basura Cat has taken quiet ill, After watching what happened today on Capitol Hill. She’s all for truth and a peaceful protest, When we march to make our country the best. But today she witnessed a terrible man, Inciting violence, the flames he did fan. Telling his sheep to march…
Remember this, a time in our lives, when we were asked to place a piece of cloth over our mouths to protect our neighbors and there was division. Remember this, a time in our lives, when we were asked not to gather together to fight a pandemic and there was…
Coffee by my bed this morning, presented by the Elf On The Shelf. Morning walk with Sofia around the neighborhood, smiling, waving shouts of “Merry Christmas” to strangers we meet. Back home, reaching out to those we love, miss, cherish. Chocolate bars surprise for our neighbors. Masks on, tossing chocolate, scurrying…