Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Scribble and Scrambles ~ An Ode to Bloodsucking Freeloaders ` The Next in the Series of Really Bad Poems
You SO don't rock
You creep about
Those out to enjoy sunshine
Nature, a nice breeze
What makes you think
I want to share
Some plasma or white cells?
No hesitation to strike a match
Or crush your tiny head
Beneath my grocery cart wheels?
Inspired by a walk and a freeloading nest of nasty bloodsucking ticks.