today’s word: defeat
i should have stayed on pillows
and accepted it
Never. Ends.
poetry
Tikka Masala for the Win
it is not easy
to replicate restaurants
alas, we shall try
this quarantine brings
a new love for my kitchen
(lucky to have it)
even Bruce ate it
without a single worry
(there was no curry!)
Even Kitty Creates Art
my little artist
(not so little anymore)
always new designs
creating Christmas
from the tree to ornaments
all hand-made with love
Senior Year Milestone One
dream school acceptance
in the midst of this nightmare
that’s 2020
what next, i wonder?
how will we survive all this
with all that we face?
the box comes early
before breath has settled us
into this next step
Love Growls
pup got his hair cut
and is a grinning puff ball
though he is chagrined
It’s All in the Sauce
just a small difference:
American leftovers
versus Honduran
Calm After Storm
blue sky autumn day
blue as our new president
not perfect, but. still.
Quaranturkey
work interrupted
my man carving the turkey
so my boy stepped in
my girls made the pies
and set the grateful table
(we made this loss work)
just the six of us
celebrating our health
in a health-hell year
Closed Eyes
lost in her paintings
i want them to see beauty
but they just won’t look
Quarantine Scenario #437
hidden behind mask
is my sixteen-year-old girl
(her pandemic grin)
i hope to win her
with walks, drives, conversations
just like the old days
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