We need to get healthy
Try this not that
We feel better
No I’m not hungry
Can you pass the biscuits……
If I had only known
Born a child of the pillsbury generation
I see the waffle maker
Just squeeze in those cinnamon buns
Real quick
Oh my god
Where has this idea been all my life
Maple syrup?
Or would that be overkill?
Sugar high
Cannot lie
But damn they taste so good.
Diet?
There’s always tomorrow, right?
Photo internet but too funny not to write to.
I found your favorite tea cup the other day
While cleaning out the clutter of my life
Unwrapping the paper I held
The fragile cup in my hands.
I remember when you bought this on a trip to Florida
Back when you were a snow bird
You would fly away and leave the cup behind with me
Telling me everyday at twelve o’clock
Pour yourself a cup of tea
Think of me and it will be like I am there.
Faithfully for months I did this,
Knowing that in the sunshine you sat
Partaking of a sip of tea with me,
Our daily tea party.
I hold the cup in my hand
And can’t believe it has been thirty seven years
Gone by
And I sit here with tears running
Because I can’t believe I have forgotten.
I take the cup and carefully tiptoe
Down the creaky old stairs
Wash the residue of years gone by off
And put the kettle on to boil.
I fill the cup with water not too hot
Just the way you taught me
Add some dried hibiscus flowers to the strainer
I pour the water slowly
Filling the cup with hopes and dreams
And love, must not forget the love,
Tears and laughter, in too. Did I forget anything?
I patiently wait.
I think we are all set now,
I grab a biscuit and take a sip
And we are together again
Just like yesterday.
The sun peeks out for a moment
From behind the clouds that have been
Hanging so low all day
I smile and take another sip.
Thank you
So simple
This joy
This moment.
I miss you.
K
You come to me in visions
As I wander the earth
Searching out new horizons
And the dreams
I pursue
Time too short
Squeezing each moment into
A busy life of wonder
I flow with the current
Like small trickles through the frozen stream
Branches submerged
Unannounced
Memories erase
With each ripple as
The leaf falls silently
The last remnants of a fall gone by
It moves slowly through
The openings not yet frozen
Keeps moving forward
Un impeded by motion
Or lack
Of a hope around the corner
I move
I am
A part of the wonder
The illusion
That is.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 