Author: maiamom

There’s constant traffic on our hill

as the cars drive up and down.

They work like ants, incessantly.

Only snow can slow them down.

Long dark days –

cold winter nights—

are soon in the rear view mirror.

Longer days and

warmer nights

are ahead and drawing nearer.

In seven days,

I’m scheduled for

a shot of Moderna Vaccine.

That’s Number Two,

and I’m telling you,

I’m feeling Peachy-Keen!

My clock has been a faithful friend…

keeping the time for years on end…

ticking the minutes off quietly…

sharing its friendly company.

My little Mother taught me a lot.

Some of her lessons, I’ve forgot.

Enough of her lessons stick with me

I’m a better person than I’d otherwise be.

I wrote an Ode

and I lost it in Word.

It didn’t AutoSave.

This computer strife

is the Bane of my Life.

I can’t make it Behave!

There’s a ship out in the harbor

riding quiet in the bay.

I wonder why she’s waiting

‘stead of heading on her way.

There’s a helicopter up on Mars and it is phoning home.

It must feel lonely way up there and hates to be alone.

It looks like Mother Nature’s

now expelling Man from Earth.

It looks like she’s decided

we’re more Trouble than we’re Worth.