A Photo of My Dad
He wears a wild black wig
which sticks out in all directions.
His tongue also sticks out.
Instead of a disguise,
the wig reveals
his silly side.
Connie Peters' poems in progress
A Photo of My Dad
He wears a wild black wig
which sticks out in all directions.
His tongue also sticks out.
Instead of a disguise,
the wig reveals
his silly side.
Having Fun
The witch on our porch.
Our only trick or treater.
“Have fun,” I said,
as I tossed a handful of candy
into her bag.
Then I heeded my own advice,
turned off the light
went back to my office
and worked a jigsaw.
Bedtime Prayers
Before you head off to dreamland
With pillow under-head
Thank God for what He’s done that day
And for your daily bread
Before you head off to dreamland
Intercede for your kin
And pray for those you met that day
To hear Him from within
Before you head off to dreamland
Tell Him what’s on your heart
And when you see the morning sun
You’ll have a lovely start
Note to Hubby
Before I leave, give me a kiss.
For only God knows what comes next.
That is a thing we should not miss.
It is what a loved one expects.
I know it’s sad, but think of this.
If it’s the last, think of effects.
Before I leave, give me a kiss,
For only God knows what comes next.
This kindness we will not dismiss.
I know you do not call or text.
Without a kiss, I may feel hexed.
And so, I will repeat with this,
Before I leave, give me a kiss.
Note to Self
Before you leave this morning,
Empty your back pack.
Put in a snack,
some TP and a plastic bag
Cough drops, water, tissues
A sweater.
Have a good breakfast.
Check the weather and the map.
Don’t forget your hat.
Put on your hiking shoes
And warm coat.
Kiss your hubby goodbye.
Have a nice hike.
Familiar Scene
A field of orange poppies
led to orange and green hills
under a blue sky
painted with puffy white clouds.
And I wondered,
Where’s Dorothy?