Author: maiamom

My hair is like a pirate’s on the Barbary Coast.

Of all the things that nag at me, my hair nags the most.

If I had a wig

I think that I would wear one.

It would hold me over till

I can get my hair done!

I wrote a snappy little Ode

to cheer up folks who’re sick.

It’s not of literary merit.

Its virtue is: It’s Quick.

So here’s to you, my Dearest Child,

I hope you’ll get well soon.

Indeed, I hope you’ll feel much better

This Very Afternoon.

I hope those throbbing aches and pains

will quickly go away.

I hope the queasy stomach woes will leave

This Very Day.

I hope your heart feels gay and bright,

that you restore your appetite,

that your spirits lift up,

that you feel just right, and

you are healed

This Very Night.

I haven’t seen my good cat friend.

His name is Oreo.

He used to come and just drop in.

He’d often come and go.

Oreo is a neighbor’s cat.

I’ve no idea where he lives at.

But, he’d stop by for a bite to eat,

hitting me up for a little cat treat.

He’s carefully groomed and trimmed and vetted,

clearly accustomed to being petted.

He arches his back till I stroke his fur,

rewarding me, then, with a satisfied purr.

I’m just one stop on his daily rounds,

visiting neighbors, putting on pounds.

So where is my cat friend, Oreo?

I’m so afraid I’ll never know…..

I wanted to see Toronto

so I planned a trip this fall.

The trip has just been canceled.

I can’t go after all.

I’d like to go to Canada

to see this Vibrant City.

I am so disappointed

I’m just awash with my Self Pity!

The death rate keeps on rising.

Grim statistics don’t relent.

The Virus has encased us with

Malevolent Intent.

I’m waiting for the day to come —

one surely Heaven Sent!–

when we will all just look around

and wonder where it went.

I’d like to Honor my Favorite Fan.

She says: “You can do what you think you can”.

She’s pretty and kind and she’s also smart.

I give her my thanks with all my heart.

Life must be hard for Bunnies living out on city streets.

I know they can’t be choosy ‘bout just where they get their eats.

But, in the Spring, I really hope they’ll listen to my pleas:

Eat whatever else you want, but, pass on my Sweet Peas!

As soon as my head hits my Costco pillow,

I just go out like a light.

Some people worry and toss and turn,

but I am out for the night.

When these Virus Days are over

and again we get to go,

I’m afraid I won’t be going,

but right now I just don’t know.

I’ll be a good bit older

by the time this Virus ends.

I’ll be too old to travel….

and so will all my friends!