Sit With Me

Please make sure there is enough room
Let me crawl up here too soon
And curl up no matter how big
Your lap is the perfect place to dance a jig

You know how toddlers love to play in your lap while you’re trying to work on something? Vincent, my dog (whose almost a year old now) also loves to do that when I’m trying to work on the computer even though he’s much too big to fit there anymore!

Well, with winter coming at least I’ll be extra warm. (laughs)

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Temperature

Causual relationships come and go

Only those who are willing to fight stay.

Losses in life will always be coming,

Don’t forget that gains will be there as well.

 Every setback is the beginning point of a comeback.

Weather will wear at you, beating you down.

A moment of peace may sometimes be found.

Remember me always, I pray,

Meet me again at the end of the day.

 

 

Childhood’s Friend – Day Seven

Best wrapped around my shoulders,

Lady’s gown or cloak or wrap,

At the best of times your always there

Never leaving me when I’m sad.

Keeping me warm when I am cold

Even when it’s snowing and I’m outside.

Years have gone by, but you’re still here.

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Written to sort of lighten my mindset for the day and also for today’s offering for NaPoWriMo (http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/one-week-in/). I was going to use what I’d written earlier, but it didn’t feel right.

This helped me to smile again.

Friday Afternoon

It’s warm today, a sunlit room

My day has slowly gone.

I’ve watched few things

Begin and end:

Shows and movies and books on file,

Nothing really seems worthwhile.

 

Children arrive stumbling through the door,

School’s out and now I’m in for more.

Screaming and fighting,

They’re too excited for the week to end.

I’m through with this!

They’ll drive me ’round the bend!

 

Watching them buzz,

Around and Around,

How do they keep going and going?

Where does the reservoir end?

Trying to direct them is half the task,

The other is keeping on the patient mask.

 

I must shake my head at myself,

Listening to off key singing is far too amusing.

Lyrics parroted back still  in keeping with the beat,

The other doing a credible imitation of rap on the street.

My kitty, so soft and sweet, climbs up on my lap,

Making sure to bump my face and give me my love tap.

 

A knock on the door receives not a single surprise,

A friend wants to play with very hopeful eyes.

Except works not yet done,

Just a little bit left to do.

Somehow I don’t think I’ll make it through,

Just a little bit more to do…

 

image: martha0stout’s phone