Poetic librarian

In November

Drops swiftly pelting the rooftops

As they cascade through the drains

A chill is in the air

As a light breeze brushes the foliage

changing colors

even while the grass blooms

Just a typical fall

in California.

I can finally say

That I look forward to Fridays

I don’t have to

go anywhere

Or face traffic from here to there.

I can swim

I can walk

I can dance

I can sing

Or choose to do absolutely nothing

A well earned day of R and R

When I choose not to drive my car

I can read a book

Or write a poem

Or phone a friend

I haven’t see in so long.

So here’s to Fridays spent at home

And now I’ve reached the end of this poem.

There are not enough words

to say what you mean to me

How often

do I ask you for advice

Yet you expect only love in return

Doing the dishes and errands

seems a small price to pay

for the support and love I receive

from you and Dad.

I know that we may not always agree

But that is part of growing up

There are a lot of uncertainties in life

as the next chapter of my life unfolds

Yet I know that I will always have your love

Because you are my Mom.

Happy Mother’s Day

All my basic needs are provided for me. I have food available whenever I want and the means to buy more if I run out. In fact, the house has so much food, we could last several days or more without buying more. I have my parents to thank for providing support and a place to live. I don’t have any rent and my expenses are minimal, except for my car insurance, fuel costs and healthcare. With that said, I am grateful that my parents have the money to help me with healthcare and car payments. I am also thankful that I have been able to live with them, while my job prospects slowly improve. Finally, I am thankful that I have plenty of clothing to wear—enough to share with others if I so choose, and the money to buy more if I want. I truly am blessed and need to remember that when I feel insecure.

I’ve decided to give this Writing Prompt from the Write Kind of Life Headquarters a try.  I will be posting my responses to a separate page.

http://www.squidoo.com/writeprompts

There is a forest

An untamed wilderness

with tangles of branches

barren

Except for a single

purple flower.

I reach for the flower

trying to pluck it from the branch

which sucks out its life

But I find the flower resistant to my grip

and it stays firmly attached to the tree.

I can smell its sweet aroma

Notes of lavender and jasmine

But its petals are rough

jagged edges hug the flower bud

Eventually,

the flower folds up

its petals shrivel

Falling

one by one

to the ground

landing at my feet.