PAD 26-2 evening, than bauk

Than bauk

Lights turning on

I am yawning

Upon my chair

PAD 26-1 evening, strombotto

Winding Down

As the evening light softens, I rest and write.

My fingers tap, tap on plastic lettered keys.

Many cluttered items are within my sight.

Photos, phones, books, knick-knacks, wheel chairs, all of these

Coats lie on the couch back, from heavy to light.

From the window, a warm (finally) spring breeze.

Cars roar by as they go off into the night.

I think, soon, I will fall asleep with ease.

PAD 25-3 Exile

Exiled

Banished from home

Heinous acts of violence

Ultimatums, persecution

Tragic

PAD 25-2 Exile

Self-Imposed Exile

E xiting a familiar place

eX pecting life will take hold

I ntrigued by adventures

L et bygones be bygones

E xcited about the new start

PAD 25-1 Exile, Poem Away Pushkin sonnet

Exiled from my Peers

I’m sixty years of age with children—grown.

They’re happily unmarried—my complaint.

Will I be blessed with grandkids of my own?

To have this patience takes complete restraint.

While others smile with glee and show their pics,

I caregive some to get my grandma fix.

This has been going on for many years.

I’m feeling like I’m exiled from my peers.

I try to be content, not down and blue.

I’m thankful for my family and friends.

I have so many blessings without end.

But I’ve a case of grandma envy, too.

I’m sixty years of age with children—grown.

Will I be blessed with grandkids of my own?

PAD 24-4 complete...

There once was a man from Mesquite

Who only had one shoe for his feet

Then out of the blue

Someone gave him a shoe

And now the pair are complete

PAD 24-3 complete...

Completely Coincidental?

One day I went to a yard sale

and bought a set of books,

complete all except for one.

I went across town to another yard sale

and found the book missing from the set.

What were the chances of that?

Made me wonder if the two families were friends

and one borrowed a book from the other.