morning ritual

there’s got to be coffee in the morning
for I can’t function without at least a cup
followed by a look inside my little black book
telling me what’s up

for I really can’t count on my phone anymore
the one with all the bells and whistles
the moment I switch it on to look at my schedule
distraction lands like heat-seeking missiles

so i’m just going to enjoy my coffee
and savor the moment for a while
reach across the table for your waiting hand
and lose myself in your smile

what now

gone are the smiles you’re used to seeing
hidden behind masks meant to protect
gone are the hugs you used to look forward to
even the ones you least expect

from people you love and cherish
or those you only see a few times a year
gone is everything you used to take for granted
that loving touch from someone you hold dear

so we put on a brave face behind the masks we wear
making sure our smiles are evident in our eyes
as we remind ourselves that there’s much to be thankful for
our good health, our homes, the clear blue skies

when this is over, we shall all meet again
we’ll hug each other and hold on fast
we’ll let the masks fall, one by one
revealing a quiet resilience that’s meant to last

Mine For A Time

Sherlock Holmes had his pipe. Dorothy had her red shoes. Batman had his Batmobile. If we asked your friends what object they most immediately associate with you, what would they answer?


It depends who you talk to,
depends who you ask
about what object people associate with me
once we take away the mask
Some would probably say it’s my hair
for it’s so thick and shiny, they say,
while others will say it’s my hands
for I knead their aches and pains away
and some will say it’s my smile
though these days it’s rare for it to shine
but though he’s no object, it’s really my boy
for this time, before he grows any older,
he’s mine.

Daily Prompt



You Sexy Thing, You

Tell us all about your best confidence outfit. Don’t leave out the shoes or the perfect accessories.

I could wax on poetic about high heels,
though I can no longer wear them
mama always said I had trunks for legs
but there’s nothing I can do about them.

I could muse about those tailored suits
with cinched in waists and hems that flared
I could write about so many fads
of all the fashion looks I so dared

But the days I love the most,
no matter what the occasion,
work day, rest day
it won’t take much of a persuasion

Shirt and jeans, they beckon to me
calling out my name,
my trusty Toms, and then I’m off –
I shall have no shame

But wear the clothes that fit me best
that shall last till that final mile
How shall I pull it off, you ask?
Why, I wear them all with a smile!

Daily Prompt