With best foot forward this New Year
determination sets my gait
with a virtual walk to Africa
as several million steps await
And it seems I'm not the only one
as in the rain today
I spied outside a gathering
of cyclists on their way
I'm guessing that their riding goal
was somewhat less than mine
particularly as the weather is
today far less than fine
Accused of recalcitrance
well maybe that's true
when it comes to the verse that I write
For I see little merit
so will always give credit
to a smile and bring it to the light
For that is my virtue
my license to use
no matter how I might feel
As a bright word to me
is one needed to be
if by it something there needs to heal
After hearing this question way too many times,
I guess a formal answer is due.
Since the voices you’re hearing are not in my head,
You’re wondering, “Who are you talking to?”
I am a foodie and I belong to many FB food groups including a few with names specific to the pandemic. I know all about #stayhomeandcook and #stayhomeandeat. I have done lots of both and written a few limericks about it. I love seeing all the creativity and beautiful presentations of everyone cooking while staying home. It was especially great to see all the effort that went into cooking for Mother’s Day. I know that everyone will agree that being a mother may be the most essential job needed during these uncertain times. Job well done everyone.
Staying home is the right thing to do. But it is not easy. You have a lot of time to think about our uncertain future and that leads to anxiety. And it is boring. But when there is nothing to do, there is always something you can do…..
I deep cleaned the study this afternoon. This is not the chest that inspired me, but we have one like this from David’s family.Like An Amish Hope Chest
She’s old and worn
chipped but smoothed
rounded edges
faded but red
orange
like a setting sun’s ruby
set in a violet sky
painting a life
with delicate brushings
of usefulness.
Maybe someday,
We find ourselves remembering familiar faces,
that we thought we have forgotten.
Maybe sometimes,
We catch ourselves reminiscing the memories,
that we have kept deep in our hearts.
Maybe somewhere,
We find memories at places we used to go,
It’s a wonderful night,
shimmering stars so bright.
Like having a fight,
shining with their might.
Everything feels so right,
grasping dreams as tight.
There we see the light,
what a beautiful sight.
Secrets shared are deep,
forming memories to keep.
Though the time leap,
slowly as love seep.
Broken promises ever weep,
because talk is cheap.
Thoughts now a heap,
how do I sleep?