WRITING WITHOUT A “P”
Sometimes life hands you lemons
Many times it’s worse than that
Sometimes you lose a friend
Or have to sell a family treasure
We all scheme and decide on a route
We think that we’ll go back
Too often we don’t.
It brings sadness into our lives
Misfortune call befall us and
It comes in many ways, sometimes
Hiding behind eyes we love and
Dreams that stay in slumber.
But often the misfortunes come to us
In unconventional ways, through
Innocent forgetfulness and silly
Childish self -absorbtion.
These are the difficulties that can
Make us smile. Forgiveness not far behind.
An adjustment here and there can always
Be made for an innocent friend.
So as I sit down to work today
My dreams and ambitions at bay
I lift the lid of the Altec Lansing and reveal
Burnt and melted keys, that once were new.
They are no longer new,
Many are no longer at all- unrecognizable
Sad little soldiers from my war with words.
I too am now wounded but I have not lost
In my memory, I can see
My darling girl, sitting so delightedly
At my table watching a movie
While she straightened her hair.
Was the movie very scary? Did facebook go off-line?
Maybe you excused yourself
To aid your mother in some small way.-
Leaving the straightener behind.
I would never want that memory marred
And I know the benefit of good hair
I smile when I think that I might have asked
In a moment of dread, What else could go wrong?
So life has sent me another lemon
And I am tired of lemonade
But I will never tire of your foibles
Or your beautiful straight hair
I will do what mothers do
I’ll make a lemon cake
I’ll love you every way I can
And write without a P.