Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Too Late and Tired

Want to know what happens when I sit down to write a post at 1:30 in the morning after working a 12hr shift?   Random thoughts running into each other.  Random memories flowing through my brain.
A random poem.
So here's the poem.  There are good many memories or thoughts attached to every line.
Your's will be different.  But I hope this stirs some memories for you.

The kids will want to play all day.
I'm looking for another way.
I have no love of being by myself.
I want to know what's on the shelf.
I do not want this life to end.
I remember very well how their's began.
I remember little toes.
The wrinkled up little nose.
The fingers grabbing for my hand.
The feet walking in the sand.
The laughter from the smiling mouth.
Now silence greets me in this house.
I have no where to go from here.
I still have the same shoes from last year.
My mind seems not to be at ease.
Would you be able to help me please?
I have a worry I can't say.
Will this last another day?
I watch the tv on and on.
I stay up from dusk to dawn.
So I might be missing something out there.
But I hide here in my chair.
Looking out among the leaves.
Hoping, hoping, it doesn't freeze.
Now I am off to bed.
Knowing that this is all in my head.
I hope to dream of happy places.
And seeing friends and happy faces.
So to you all I say good night.
May you find your peace and light.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Cat Came Back

"Honey!  There's a cat at our door.  He wants in!"
Now why wouldn't I let it in?  Simple.   It's not ours.

But I got the answer in simple terms that even I can understand.
It showed up.  We had extra cat food from... somewhere.
The Warden fed it.  It came back.

It let her pet it.
It let her pick it up.
I told her NO!
I am tired of cleaning up cat poop.
Two cats is enough!

But the cat came back.
We fed it.  We scratched it's back.
But we did not let it in the house.

This started to become a habit.
The cat showed up.  Out comes The Warden with cat food.
She even put a bowl on our front porch.
It's a nice little blue bowl with a paw-print in the bottom.
It gets lots of use.

There have been many cats using it.
Probably a raccoon.
We have even seen an opossum.

We come out in the morning.  The cat is there.
We come home in the evening.  The cat is there.
We have 5 inches of snow.  After one whole day, I see paw-prints in the snow.

We don't know where he goes.   We don't know who he belongs to.
We just know that the cat comes back.
And The Warden will have food waiting.

What a sucker.

Here kitty kitty kitty...  Ahem..  Oops!