Thursday, December 23, 2010

A Christmas Poem

Tis two days before Christmas

and all through the house

the mother is frazzled

in her dirt stained blouse

The refrigerator is bare

she hasn't been to the store

There is dog hair covering

every inch of the floor

The kids are all grumbling

with each job assigned

They do not see the inevitable

she is losing her mind.

There are still gifts to buy

and food to make

The thought of it alone

makes her head start to ache

She yells out some threats

to get the jobs done

and promises when they finish

they can have a little fun.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010


I've lost all forms of inspiration
I'm in desperate need of a vacation

A break from all the tasks at hand
to hear the ocean and feel the sand

I need the waves to be my muse
a painted sky in different hues

To feel the sand between my toes
let the smell of salt tickle my nose

Soft caresses by the breeze
Gazing across the open seas

It's hard to fight this strong temptation
to go and find my inspiration

Sunday, February 14, 2010

If Roses Weren't Red ( A tribute to my mom)

If roses weren't red
and violets weren't blue
those looking for beauty
would turn to you

They'd turn to your smile
full of warmth and love
to your eyes that shine
like the skies above

They'd turn to the kindness
glowing from inside
They'd turn to the comfort
that you willingly provide

If roses weren't red
and violets weren't blue
They'd turn to the one
who's so evident in you