This is so not the world I had hoped to leave for my grandkids. It’s definitely time for a new generation to take over.
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Anger and Guns — A Toxic Mix
Y2K Bug unmasked: it’s Cupid
As the clock hands moved from the 20th to the 21st Century, Cupid -- disguised as the Y2K Bug -- played his own hand.
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The Vow
(All my poetry encompasses ‘Affairs of the Heart’,
This is a sad one.)
Somehow we knew
we were never right for each other
And yet we allowed
the pageantry to proceed,
I in the bridal gown of my dreams
you, in a slightly small tuxedo
choking you at the throat.
I remember you wanting to run,
leaving your house by the back door,
your mama calling out your name,
your brothers looking through alleyways
your sisters shielding me from pain…
What could I do?
There were hundreds depending on us,
an innocent baby swimming in my womb,
I was probably more afraid then you were –
two scared sacrificial lambs
on their way to the great ole matrimonial dream.
Afterwards, when the dust settled,
when the dazzle dissipated
from all the champagne speeches,
and the bridal-party stumbled home,
we found ourselves alone again
holding on tightly to a money-bag of gifts
and a slightly warped version of the vow.
Alone on Mother’s Day
Mothers are dead. Children are far away, one overseas who celebrates mothers in March, so may not know when Mother’s Day occurs here in the United States. Husband is on Martha’s Vineyard. I am alone with my thoughts. It doesn’t matter, but there is no one to fêtê me, no one with whom to celebrate.
In an effort to honor the work done by mothers, a holiday was established in the early 20th century, but Hallmark commercialized it. If one is always valued, do we need to be singled out on a specific day? We all wish to be valued.
Flowers from my kids during lockdown, 2020
#Retro Flash – 100 words