Author: maiamom

Tucker was a good dog.

Well… at least…he always tried.

Sometimes “goodness” was elusive,

but, he always, always tried.

Dogs grow old, and end their time.

With sadness, we must part.

Tucker gave his courage.

He also gave his heart.

Three candles burn for Tucker

as his life comes to an end.

The candles burn for Tucker:

our Companion, and our Friend.

Drought and floods and immigration.

Insurrection in the nation.

COVID, war, and Monkey Pox.

I am rocked out of my Socks!

!

I’ve got my truck.

I’ve got my gun.

I’m just as good as anyone.

I’ve gas and guns.

I’ve got my ride.

So, Hello, World!

Just step aside!

Lullaby, my little one.

Now, close your sleepy eyes.

May angels guard you in your sleep.

Then, wake to sun lit skies.

When I was a girl, I used to think

you could get to the bottom of the kitchen sink.

You could finish all the dishes, sweep the crumbs up off the floor,

and hang the messy apron on the kitchen door.

You could wash up all the laundry, iron the clothes there in the stack,

and wipe up all the dishes from the drying rack.

But, now I am a woman, and I know it’s never done.

You finish any one thing and another has begun.

I light three candles for the world.

They’re meant to help us through.

One’s for Tucker.

One’s for us.

And, one burns just for you.

I didn’t watch the news tonight.

I just don’t want to know.

I don’t want to see the anguish.

I don’t want to hear the woe.

I don’t want to learn about

the latest thing that we must dread.

I don’t want to hear what’s coming

with its direful, speedy spread.

I’m just sitting on my sofa

buffeted away from sound,

tucked away from any further word

with silence all around.

Today I light three candles.

It’s as much as I can do.

This world is heavy burdened.

May these candles help us through.

It’s hard for me to read the news.

I get quite addled.  I confuse

the facts among the words they say

with propaganda sent my way.

“News” is often just a jumble..

thrown together… clash… and tumble…

.. makes a doubter out of me,

doubting all I hear and see.

I still believe the world is round.

I don’t think aliens have been found.

And when the headlines scream at me,

I try to think quite ration’lly.

But it gets harder ev’ry day

to sift through all the words they say.