The ears hear the harsh words
The skin feels the cold ground
The eyes see the selfish world
The hands hold the empty can
The nose smells the scent of defeat
The brain calculates the odds of life
The heart gathers it all in
The lungs let the last breath out…
Day 13 of 2012 November PAD challenge.
“Mom’s” Recipe
Dear Children,
1 mommy is all I am
2 hands have I got
1 pound-ing headache and
3 cups of coffee from the pot
Mix in some sore muscles.
Sprinkle a dose of vertigo.
Let me sit aside to cool
for half an hour or so…
Before you shake ‘n bake me
and me hot-headed again.
*And a little tip for you:
If you want to really enjoy me
Sweeten me up with chocolate truffles,
a dozen white roses,
and a quarter slice of cheesecake.
Satisfaction guaranteed!
Love,
Mom
Poetic Ponderings 