Author: maiamom

There’s a musty smell that makes me curious.

It’s definitely not a smell injurious,

but something clearly needs attention.

It must need Cleaning Intervention!

There’s not a single thing I feel I want to wear.

There’s not a single thing that I can do about my hair.

But, this is not a whine and not a wimpy note of woe.

There’s also not a single place I want to go.

My cats are mewing plaintively.

They’re casting sorrowful eyes at me.

They must want an evening picker-upper.

It’s just been an hour since they had their supper.

I wonder what a Postman knows ‘bout those along his route.

Can he tell that some have money?  ….and that some are destitute?

Can he tell that some are active, living lives that bring them gain?

And that others live in grim despair, alone, with numbing brain?

Can he tell that some are healthy, full of vigor, vim and life?

And that some others deal with sickness, chronic pain, a sense of strife?

Can he tell than some achieve and others live with ill-repute?

I wonder what a Postman knows ‘bout those along his route.

I wonder what a Postman knows? — And, does he give a rap?—

as he makes each day’s delivery and then closes up the flap.

I’d like to be an inspiration…

to lift up my reader’s wings…

to be a ray of sunshine…

to lead on to better things.

Like other people, though,

I guess I’ll cut my goal in half.

Maybe it’s enough for now

to just make someone laugh.

Our Official Forecast?  “Wacky”.

So, I guess that would explain

this erratic vacillation

twixt the wind and sun and rain.

It’s hard to guess the weather

when one steps outside one’s door.

But one thing is quite certain:

it’s not Summer anymore!

The rain is falling steady and

the gutter’s overflowing.

Will it stop before the Spring?

We have no way of knowing.