Roll out the…..

Shopping almost finished
thanking the internet Gods that save
the drive of a thousand miles
in search of the perfect gift,
and recipes found inspire
though the time just can’t be found,
for we need some home made cookies now….
Perfection tried and true,
if someone could just say
I’ll make some for you….
and send ’em in the mail right now
for at Christmas time I love to dine
on sugar, chocolate, cakes and pies
and a perfect ham to swell my thighs
but I can wait for Santa Claus
’cause he knows just what the child wants
that lives within this older shell,
he’ll bring me stuff to make me smile
and till then we shall shop and buy
just what it is that catches the eye
but home made food just can’t be found
when touched by Mom who bakes the best
there is no contest to be found
’cause Mom’s just know
I like ’em round and soft or crisp
it’s all such a delight
and nuts and chocolate bits, candies too
but wait there’s more I’m telling you….
the scent just drives my heart insane
of childhood favorites by any name,
but Lovie’s gonna make me some
with chocolate bits and pecans too
and perhaps I’ll even share with you
’cause me loves cookies
that’s for sure
when made with love that is so pure.

I think I’m a wee bit tired…shopping for lovie almost done and yes, I could go for a good cookie right about now….a bit of sugar to perk up the senses. Just a stream of consciousness cookies piece for you, enjoy ❤
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Where?

We climb so high
eager souls knowing
the only way down is up,
backwards
like corporate ladders we climb,
some choosing the miles high in the sky
buildings that make us so small
as we stare up into the clouds
knowing that somewhere up there
the ants are busy
scurrying around
moving and shaking
through necessity or need.
Where has the laughter gone?
I gaze at images expecting to see
what was put in the mind as a child,
that only the young can have fun
laughing and being
the innocence always kept as long as it could
for as we grew up
did we fear the falling down part?
Yet I see the faces
etched in smiles and joy
so many years ago it seems
when people had dreams
and the desire to stay young forever,
going up to come down
as the wind broke into our faces
away we went
spinning and sliding and free
to just be
but times have come
and so much has changed
with the onset of fear replacing
the freedom to let go,
to hear the sound of laughter on air
and the timid voice saying please,
can we go again, just once more?
Or a knock at the door
and a trick or treat heard from beyond
by a single child watched
by the horde at the end of the driveway,
on alert
lest the bogey man comes calling on the other side.

I was looking at pictures of a slide at Coney Island? must have been back in the day due to the dress, and there were so many images and I was taken aback to see that all of the shots I saw, were of adults having fun. When did we stop? Halloween saw 7 trick or treaters. When I was a child back in my old hometown, we would have to go out and buy more candy as we would go through the 300 pieces of chocolates bought for the night, 300! The times they are a’changing…..sigh.

In soft smiles

I pluck them out one by one

petals falling to the ground

still beautiful but too far gone

one by one I lift each petal,

softly smiling as I smell their scent.

I gather the nicest of the petals in my hands,

carry them through the room to the half opened door,

the steam of the shower greets me

along with “is that you”?

and then laughingly he says,

“I’m glad you’re not a robber.”

Because he’s armed with nothing

except drops of water, a towel and a smile.

I toss the petals at his feet

decorating the bath mat with loveliness,

as he looks at me a bit bemused

but what’s a girl to do

when a hand full of beauty

is all that now remains of these stemmed wonders,

he laughs softly and I smile,

I gather them up as he stands and watches,

and the humid air hangs

like the sound of our day,

little things to make him smile,

I had no rose petals,

but the tired tulips will do,

just for you ❤

He (super hubby) told me to buy some new flowers while I was out shopping and when I returned and began pulling out the dying tulips out of the vase that had only lasted a few days, they fell apart all over the counter. I gathered the petals up and when he was coming out of the shower, scattered them at his feet with a chuckle. I think he enjoyed my fun humor, and the new flowers have now taken over in the vase. Hope they last a while longer, much cheaper too. Have fun my friends, smile, laugh and love. K