Our day of thanks is past. And Christmas is coming fast. Now all the roads are jammed. And mailboxes are getting spammed. ~ Traveling from all around, our friends and family abound. The mistletoe will hang in wait, ready for the kissers’ fate. ~ With ornaments galore arranged, precious gifts will be exchanged, The food and fun will joyfully flow. But then it’s back to shoveling snow.
A big scary monster lives under my bed. I never saw their body but maybe saw their head. Every night they whisper when I try to sleep. But when my mom comes in she doesn’t hear a peep. ~ My dad moved my bed and even switched my room. But it didn’t really matter, my nights still filled with gloom. They brought me to a doctor to get my head checked out. They said that they found nothing, but I still have my doubt. ~ My sister teases me just like the kids at school. She says that I’m a baby and being scared isn’t cool. Every day on the bus the kids all laugh at my expense. But I know I’m right and I think that they’re all dense. ~ My teacher thinks I’m crazy and doesn’t talk to me. She says that I’m disruptive and that school isn’t free. The principal just smiles and asks “how’s my day?” But when I try to tell her she always walks away. ~ When the school bell rings I can’t wait to get outside. But the bus’s always there and there’s nowhere I can hide. It’s good the ride is short and soon it’ll be done. My mom will be waiting and she’ll ask if I had fun. ~ I’ll tell her no and that I had gotten teased. She’ll make her twisty face and say that she’s not pleased. I hold her hand tightly and we both walk back inside. She’ll help me with my homework until my brain is fried. ~ Then we share a snack before a visit from my friend. We’ll talk a bunch till supper but then the fun will end. I’m glad to have a friend who listens every day. They hear the same old stories, even though they’d rather play. ~ Next we eat our supper then I’ll suffer through a bath. Bedtime must be coming soon and another night of wrath. My door mostly closed and my nightlight’s set on high, I rest with one eye open and watch the moon rise in the sky. ~ When the moon got small my eyes began to close. The monster then tried to eat me and it started with my toes. But finally the nightmare is over and yes I was wrong. There was no scary monster; it was just my cat all along.
Thanks to all my many a friend.
My heart and mind’s on the mend.
The road behind bumpy and long,
twists and turns, some wrong.
Paths ahead are better viewed;
time’s taught life’s skewed.
All that’s known is there’s usually doubt.
But the ups and downs average out.
Like suns and moons we all rise and set.
And with changing seasons we freeze or sweat.
Grounding’s found in what’s always there,
the love of friends with time we share.
Hot and cold, feeling old, awaiting the sunrise to blind my eye of visions deepest blue. ~ In a clockwise world my thoughts drawn back, tension’s wound soon to crack, options are but few. ~ Up and down and round and round, in the din with none to win, time dreamt through. ~ Words to mind relief to find, distraction consumes on leaf life blooms, unknown is the hue. ~ Buttons pushed wishing rest, weight is shared solace guessed, trying is the clue. ~ A cloud reflects eyes shut detects a glint of gold, change I’m sold, tomorrow’s now in view. ~ Touched a screen hope was seen, hearts of friends, my future mends with much thanks to you.
A long week’s near its end.
Bumps and bruises on the mend.
The weekend’s here and much deserved.
Time well spent memories preserved.
Friends surround, new and old.
Enjoy the calm and adventure bold.
Monday’s soon, no time to spare,
double the pleasure with one to share.