Hi everyone. Just self-published my first children’s book, She Does It All.
Kids get to finish the book by illustrating the verses.
Fun!
She’s bumping the bumper who bumped on his bump,
And jumps with the jumper who’s jumping the jump.
She’s pacing the pacer who paced the quick pace,
And chases the chaser who’s chasing the chased.
She’s dialing the dialer who dialed the dial,
And smiles with the smiler who smiling his smile.
Available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08CG8B9MG
If I spent my whole life with you,
And you died before me,
I would become
Angry, bitter, hateful,
Cursing the heavens
And the earth as well.
Forgetting all joyous memories
In the torturous present
Until my poor heart broke
And I was tortured in my solitude
No more.
We only spent a few years together
And I still mourn
For what might have been.
Sometimes life is kind
in its cruelty.
I sit up high
in my broom broom moving boom
hands upon the turny bop bop beeper
but all I see is what I see
and all my thoughts are reruns
from the ones who passed before.
I walk my woofer happily
saying eww eww icky poo.
but my heart doesn’t feel
and my mind cannot comprehend
a thing as simple as its own end.
so I make up ties and cries and sighs
but all the things I know, are lies.
There is an end
to comprehend
with only never afters.
no darkness or light
to try to fight
no struggles nor pains nor laughters.
I sleep in green Grinch boxers,
Ten years old.
They are more of a suggestion
Than an actual covering.
I don’t know why I still keep them,
Oh yes, I do!
I lay in bed
Jiggling my belly
Trying to make it
Make those weird
Gurgling noises.
Then I gurgle back
As if we are talking about
The weather.
I fart.
I belch.
I scratch with reckless abandon.
Within the last month,
A friend lost her father.
A friend lost his wife.
A friend lost her daughter.
A friend lost her life.
Life gives us the opportunity
To laugh at ourselves.
And celebrate our stupidity.
We are way too serious
After we are gone.
