the minute Regret walks in the Joint

Regret waltzed in with a raw and damp handshake.

At first, her grip felt like a lucky break.

She then whispered in my ear…

“I am here for you!”

Her  voice serenely caustic.

If I had continued to hold her hand there would be mistakes…that could never stop.

Regret walked in and shook my hand.

She left me disappointed…like a friendship…I could never understand.

Hell’s Humidity

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“Is the glass half-full or empty?”  I ask her as I fill it.

She said,

“It doesn’t really matter…Pretty sound your bound to fill it.”

…..I had been dampened, such as, a cotton towel left in a June rain.  Still, unsanctioned…and moist.  Waiting among the firing flies…

I had no airs to put off…

No need for complaint.

However, in this wet climate…I am not a saint.

I have heard a hundred degrees over the limits…

I have heeded the warnings.

On the road to weather’s hell…to infinity and back…

As my cup began to teeter with drink

All she could muster, again and again…

had been…humid 1

“Be careful…You’ll be bound to spill it.”

 

Chaos and Calm, Collide

In reference to another life, I heard that, IT would always be something.

A hiccup, a laugh…

or, poorly chosen path.

A manner for chaos to collide.

And, my body, tossed to one side.

Could the specter have been…

a Caroler or poet?

To this day, I am really not sure which.

But deep in the rosy flower of my heart.

A road appears sunlit.

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Making Sunshine

13th day of dismal, delinquent weather!  Today, I must make my own sunshine!

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“My uncle ordered popovers
from the restaurant’s bill of fare.
And, when they were served,
he regarded them with a penetrating stare.
Then he spoke great words of wisdom
as he sat there on that chair:
“To eat these things,” said my uncle,
“You must exercise great care.
You may swallow down what’s solid,
but you must spit out the air!”
And as you partake of the world’s bill of fare,
that’s darned good advice to follow.
Do a lot of spitting out the hot air.
And be careful what you swallow.”

Dr. Seuss

 

 

How God Created Mothers

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“When God Created Mothers”

When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said. “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”

And God said, “Have you read the specs on this order?” She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 move-able parts…all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands.”

The angel shook her head slowly and said. “Six pairs of hands…. no way.”

It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” God remarked, “it’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”

A Canterbury Pray-er

That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel. God nodded.

One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ‘What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. ‘I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”

God,” said the angel touching his sleeve gently, “Get some rest tomorrow….”

I can’t,” said God, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick…can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger…and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower.”

The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.Strip away the fear

But tough!” said God excitedly. “You can imagine what this mother can do or endure.”

Can it think?”

Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.

There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model.”

It’s not a leak,” said the Lord, “It’s a tear.”

What’s it for?”

It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”

You are a genius, ” said the angel.

Somberly, God said, “I didn’t put it there.”

“When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it's a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway.”  ― Erma Bombeck
“When your mother asks, “Do you want a piece of advice?” it’s a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.”
― Erma Bombeck