The Uvalde children haunt me.
Texas wind blows ‘cross a grave.
What would I do in such danger?
Would I dare to be so brave?
Author: maiamom
My Candle’s Blessing
My candle burns for those who drive
the nation’s streets and highways,
guarding those who navigate
the endless routes and by-ways.
My candle burns to keep all safe
along the country’s roads…
motorcycles, buses, cars,
and trucks with heavy loads.
My candle burns for those along
to be there on the ride,
who watch the undulating route
and take it all in stride.
My candle burns for engines, brakes
and tires that go around,
turning, turning as they go
across the miles of ground.
My candle lifts its light to give
a path for all to see –
so all who travel on their way
can reach home – trouble free.
Hyacinths
Today s a day for hyacinths…
for beauty….for our soul.
We breathe the scent of hyacinths….
It makes a sore heart whole.
Choices
Some men dream of hope for all,
treat others like a brother.
And some men sow the seeds of hate
to trample one another.
A choice.
Martin Luther King Day 2026
A Blessing for Today
May you be blessed all day this day.
May you be blessed this night.
May you walk forth in happiness
and know that all is right.
Evil Genies
The Evil Genies I have known
take one’s devices as their own.
They find devices strewn around
and confiscate them sans a sound.
They move right in. They take them over.
They relish them like sweetest clover.
What once was yours belongs to them —
now treasured as a precious gem.
You cannot win. No use to try.
Device is gone. Just say goodbye.
The Age is of Technology and
was not meant for you and me.
Believe my words, for they are true….
genies do what genies do.
Cause trouble.
Daily Chores
I rise each morn and make my bed.
I fluff the place I laid my head.
I wonder why I do this stuff.
At ninety, I have done enuf!
Presidential Platform
I’m in the race for President.
I hope I’ll have your vote.
My platform is an easy one,
and from it you may quote.
No chores.
That’s it.
Full stop.
Just quit.
If you are sixty-five.
You’ve done your chores
for all these years
that you have been alive.
You don’t sign up.
You don’t enroll.
No deadline you must meet.
Just join with all us oldsters
who are voting with our feet.
So put your feet up on your couch
and vote along with me,
and you’ll live in a country
where us seniors are Chore Free!
A Lullaby for the Night
May your heart hear this sweet lullaby
as it fills the silent night.
And may this loving melody
bring gentle rest tonight.
Customer Service
Though once I was the best they’d got,
they kicked me out for a robot.
The robot doesn’t slack, or grieve,
take coffee breaks or go on leave.
The robot’s never late to work,
ask for a raise, and doesn’t shirk.
A robot’s not the same as me.
Can’t understand. No empathy.
And doesn’t try to make things clear
when folks ask “What is happ’ning here?”
You enter in 1, 2, or 3.
That’s not enough?
No sympathy.
Just go online.
Or let it be.
Just suck it up and take your loss.
The company must manage costs.
We’ve got to watch the bottom line
and profits are, for us, just fine.
The times are changin’, don’t ‘cha know?
And “service” is the first to go.
Living the Aging Life 