So many on the list








New Arrival

I’m so very late for the party. Poetry Challenge 2013 is 10 days well under way, and here I am with the first one. Oh well. Better late than never. (Who said that anyway?)


appointments dropped
a whole week cleared
shifts rescheduled
sick days redeemed
food delivered
Starbucks made more dough
neither cops nor rain
couldn’t make them go
fights broke out
pushed and shoved
just for the new arrival
of the iPhone that they loved

{ 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge:  Day #1 }



Down the creaky, wooden steps
Thirteen seconds long
Around the corner at the end of the hall
Through the doorway
Eight feet tall

Trod along the dusty sidewalk
Five song long
Across the street at the light
Under the lamppost
Twenty feet’s height

Pass the noisy, crowded market
Billboards fifty feet long
After the woman selling fake gold
Around the street urchin
Six years old

Stand in a line along the wall
Nineteen persons long
Pass the guard and through the gate
Arrive at school
Just three minutes late!

I remember walking to elementary school every morning when I lived in the Philippines.  For me, it seems like it was a very long walk.  I lived in the city and so I passed by many things along the way.  I don’t think I ever disliked it walking to school.  My mom took me, of course.  But in reality, the walk was probably no that far.

While some of the things I mentioned in this poem are made up, others, such as street urchins, the markets, billboards, and streetlights were real.  There was even an overpass, kids inhaling drugs, jaywalkers, people washing their clothes and dishes on the sidewalks, and other goings-on that you’d only see in the Philippines.

No matter how long, short, busy, dangerous, or tiresome it might have been, though, I always have good feelings when I remember those days – walking to and from school, every day…


First, my baby was sick for a week.  Then my toddler was sick the next week.  Now my husband is sick – hopefully he will recover faster than the other two.  Also, I hope my eldest doesn’t get whatever’s making its rounds around here…


I am out of energy
Someone throw me a line
I need some more coffee
Or a new bottle of wine

There must be an end to this
I just have to persevere
I need to stay awake
And keep my coffee mug near

The flu or the cold
I don’t care what’s its name
It needs to go away now
I’m done playing its game

I’d like our lives to be back to normal
For sleep to be uninterrupted
For temperatures at 98.6 or so
And for food to be un-vomited

Tweet me some well wishes
Or send me the cure in the mail
Or FedEx a new pack of coffee
Because I’m feeling rather frail

I need me some more energy
To last this third round
Tell me, my dear friends
Where can it be found?!