Author: maiamom

Dear Teacher, don’t you understand

that I’m afraid to die?

I can’t think about subjunctive tense

or how to multiply.

I can’t think about world history

or times that came before.

I’m simply terrified I’ll see

a gunman at the door.

Dear Teacher, please look at my hand.

Dear Teacher, notice me.

Dear Teacher, let me be the one.

Dear Teacher, please choose me.

Ev’ry day I go outside

to fill my yard waste bin.

Ev’ry week the truck comes by

and empties it again.

Ev’ry day I go back out

and load the waste within.

And ev’ry week the truck comes by

and starts it all again.

You’d think that Bend’s a quiet place

on a summer Sunday night.

You could run down to the Safeway store

and then pack up for the night.

You’d think it would be simple

just to choose a thing or two.

Then hustle through the check-out line,

and, Presto! You are through.

But, nothing’s simple any more.

No place is free from strife.

Your quick trip down to Safeway

is where the shooter ends your life.

Oh, well.

I’m in the race for President.

In the polls, I’m far ahead.

My platform is a simple one:

More! More!   Zucchini  Bread!

I make The Best zucchini bread.

When you taste it, you’ll agree.

I bake the Best  Zucchini Bread

with my Schmitz Park recipe.

Spiders lurking in the bathtub…

Yup!  This morning we had rain.

Just like that!…we’re back to normal.

Northwest gloom is here again.

There are spiders in the bathtub.

that’s a sure sign of the fall.

You can tell the summer’s over

when the spiders come to call.

The Puget Sound is baking in an

Unexpected Heat.

I know that many welcome it…

a most delicious treat!

I’m getting tired of heat and sun.

I don’t want to complain.

But, my eyes are getting ready

for a little Northwest rain.

I’m baking my zucchini bread.

It sort of makes me drool.

I use the special recipe

I got at Schmitz Park School.

Tucker was a special dog,

filled with joy and fun.

He exuded dog-vitality,

and, Boy!…could Tucker run!

Tucker caught and fetched the ball,

jumped in the lake to swim,

ran circles all around the yard

to sniff what int’rests him.

Tucker’s bod was lithe and sleek,

a choc’late canine beauty.

He kept his nose and ears alert,

on his protective duty.

He gave his heart to Cheryl.

He was loyal to the end.

He was a very special dog.

And, most of all, a friend.