SQUASH

eating yellow squash 

from a yellow bowl

eating healthy foods

setting healthy goals

brewing some tea 

and brewing some thoughts

steam rises from the cup

and rises from the pot

creamy tea soothing my throat

buttery squash melts in my mouth

everything is still 

there is peace in the house

sad puppy eyes look up at me

tiny little tongue licks my knee

you won't like this squash 

it's not for dogs

it's for grown up girls 

who work hard at their jobs

and come home to a house

quiet and still

sit down at the table

with tea and with squash

with pots in the sink

that i have yet to wash

and a head full of thoughts

that i have yet to squash 

TINKERING BY THE POOL

for my papa jack who has gone to heaven

how do the leaves get through the screen?

maybe there's a hole.

i'll check.

no hole.

....

shit.

must be that damn tree by the shed

i'll cut it down tomorrow.

water temperature?

a brisk 70 degrees

if the yellow turns red

and the greens turns to blue

then the chlorine levels 

are just right

check.

time for my lunch break

tuna melt.

always good.

boy i'm lucky.

what a doll.

porpoises?

inflated.

for the time being...

speaking of which here come the kids

darling little monsters

what's that?

you want to put to the furniture in the pool to build a... bunny hut?

....

i suppose.

as long as you take it back out.

why don't you dive in?

okay i'll count you down

one for the money!

two for the show!

three to get ready!

and four 

to 

go! 

i started to write this next one but didn't like it as much for the memorial 

oh what a wonderful journey it's been

i'll write it all down from beginning to end

a new dream a new page is rising within 

after all these years, oh the message i'll send

if given the chance i'd do it again!

with love and with words, each heart i will mend

my novel is finished but, but now yours begins

TO END- WITH BOTH FRIENDS

it begins with amends

to live gentile and free

to open our eyes 

and truly to see

to avoid our demise

that lurks with surprise

stay still and let be 

or let both come to me

and profess they believe

in a vibrant reprise

to end- with both friends

both women intact

to cease and desist

to dissolve the attack

to bleed from our hearts 

and cry from our lips

create us anew   

a rebirth from the hips

to tear away hate

and rebuild a trust

forgiveness is now

or else it's just dust

FOR HAVEN

a bright star amid debris

when i look at you

that's what i see

shinning in the present 

and blinding yet to be

trapped in a box

molten fiery star

peak in that box

and it's light shines unfathomably far

it peaks in windows and over hearths

the box is life the box is earth

no lodging here for such a star

perhaps the sky, but that's too far

perhaps a supernova 

creating a million from one

and give each person a piece of you 

to be a light when theirs is done

a piece of you kept in there palm

when opened up

becomes their balm

a light that heals

for a world that feels 

much more than it can ever bear

your peeking light

is their bright glare

you'll blind the world from hurt and pain

give all your light and earn no gain

shine on the world, outside your box

and spread your light like chicken pox

a bright star amid debris

when i look at you 

that's what i see

shinning in the present 

and blinding yet to be 

MY BUTT HURTS

my butt hurts

and when i move

pain comes in spurts

it hurts so fierce

i really mean it

it was quite the sight

if you had seen it

i stood on a scooter 

and got real low

attempted to move

and whada know

nothing could stop me 

from what happened next

i fell smack on my butt

and bruised my coccyx

can't ride my bike 

or climb the stairs

can't touch my toes

or sit in chairs

it hurts to dance 

but not to stand 

if you've hurt your butt

you'd understand

i'm angry that it hurts so bad

when the pain is gone 

i'll sure be glad

it hurts especially when i sneeze

stop laughing guys! come on, geeze! 

HERE COMES THE RAIN

planting in my yard today 

a relocation from dismay

my plants were weary scorched from the sun

in a new quaint home, life has begun

i till the soil and remove tree roots

my garden is small, but for me it suits

my hands are dirty in the earth

my hands are longing for rebirth

i grab big clumps and dig right in

to use a glove would be a sin

my nails are dirty red and black

i'm almost done, no turning back

dirt on my face, sweat on my brow

bring on the storms i need them now

i push my roots deep in the earth

my roots are ready for rebirth

my tiny pot is long forgot

as i engulf my freedom sought

clouds begin to block my light 

leaves are trembling from such fright

the heavy drops they hit with pain

i hold on tight, here comes the rain