Don't sweat the difference between the last day and the first day of the rest of your life.

Dimes Have Changed

Throughout my adult years I would come home to visit my parents and I would leave... again and again. They'd walk me to my car to see me off.
My Father would always reach out to shake my hand by grabbing my wrist and placing a dime in the center of my palm. "Hang on to this.", he'd say, "... we're just a phone call away."
That's what I'm thinking... about you Pop.

Pucker Up

Love is like bubble gum. Chewing bubble gum is like falling in love. You just can't pop it into your mouth and expect to blow a bubble. Oh... it tastes real sweet from the very first mouth watering chew but you have to take your time and soften it up really well. The sweetness gives way to elasticity as you patiently chew and chew... testing it, stretching it... being careful not to rush it so as to not accidentally spit it out. You quickly learn to breathe from your heart and not your lungs as the first bubble resists to form. When the sugary taste is all but gone you finally master the texture that's left. You enjoy watching how just a gentle pressure from your tongue... the pucker of your lips and a lot of practice causes that membrane of pink to emerge from your mouth... over and over, bigger and bigger.
You dig it so much that even when it breaks... flies back and snags on your nose... it's all good.
Maybe I'm just being silly.

A Senior Moment

You spot the UPS guy coming up your driveway and you forget that it's something you bought and you hurry out to greet him, smiling from ear to ear, like it's a birthday gift! The truck pulls away and you see your neighbor across the street smiling and nodding like, "Poor thing... feel sorry."
The worst, as you're scurrying down the driveway towards the UPS guy, you're thinking, "Someone remembered!"
The fact that I had received replacement ball bearings for my shower door and now my neighbor AND her husband were nodding, "Poor thing... feel sorry." yeah... I was the someone who... forgot.

On The Mend

My robotics and antibiotics...
months of snow and on the go.
Now, I think, I'm on the mend
and for me my life I'll tend.

It's time to resume the race.
This time, at my own pace...
every morsel a tidbit taste.
I live for life, it's embrace.

Follow Me

Crunching leaves beneath my feet...
chase each other to the house
and into my warm retreat.

Me... too... one.

I understand how, some what.
Sometimes not now... a lot.
By trying to remain what I'm not,
I give way to all that I forgot.