Stirred

May I never
Be foolish enough
To be stirred up
Unto anger

Eight O'Clock At the Oasis

Perhaps I have been watching
A little too much
Gilmore Girls
My speech is faster
I am extra witty
I know, I know
Who knew it was possible?
But it's true

Generations

Generations
Pass and go
There is always someone sprouting
And someone graciously wilting
Little by little
Time passes
People trade places
The old pass on
The young become old
They hardly notice
It's almost as if
One day one wakes up
A parent
And another wakes up
A grandparent
And another wakes up
Brand new
And someone else is six
There are always children
In between
The generation gaps
So much family
That it's almost hard
To notice the wheel of time
Turn
Like a planet on its axis
Like a ball around the sun
We become
The rising generation

Zzzzz

Remembering when
Going to bed
At midnight
Was early
And lame

Remembering when
I wasn't sleepy
Playing until three o'clock
In the morning

Remembering when
I could sleep in
Until nine
Or ten
Or eleven o'clock
Uninterrupted

Good thing
I enjoyed it
While it lasted

In the Engine

Someone
Was searching
For the periodic table
I hope that they were able
To find it

Cozy October

Stripey shirts
Long sleeves
Socks and p.j.s
Layered sweaters
Double blankets
On the bed
Flannel soft
Christmas prints
Crawl under the covers
Shiver cold feet
Cozy warm

Suds Therapy

Life is always
A little easier
And it's easier to be
Optimistic
After a shower
And some clean clothes