Tag: joy

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 143

Day 143: “Wake”

Death isn’t the end of life

For those left behind

It’s not the end of sunshine

It clouds things

But the sun does come out again

It’s not the end of joy

The end of light

The end of levity

It’s not the end of love

Of closeness

Of connection

It’s not the end because there are memories

There is the remembrance of joy

Of love

Of lightness

There was the laughter

That comes back again

When you remember

There is immeasurable pain

That’s for sure

But there is always love

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 141

Day 141: “Ginger Ale”

The mountains, the porch swing

The breeze as the sky gets dark

You come, scratch my back

Sit next to me

We look at the stars starting to become visible in the sky

We sit in silence

Admiring the beauty

The closeness

After a while, it’s cold enough that we go inside

Surprising for Arizona

You ask if you can get me anything

I think of all the treats and treasures here

Peanut M&Ms

Rice Krispies

Icebreakers

But I say, “Ginger ale, please”

You go to the other fridge

The one by the garage

And come back with two in hand

We sit on the couch, drinking ginger ale

and watching Shirley Temple

You scratch my back

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 129

Day 129: “For the People”

Resistance is not about the people in power

It’s about the rest of us

Banding together

Finding common ground

Love

Empathy

Positivity

Joy

You don’t get to say, “I’m not political”

Because to exist as a woman, person of color, member of the LGBTQ+ community, someone who is non-binary

Is political

Not by choice

It just is

So let’s join the walk

Not to make a difference in policy at the highest level

Who knows if they’re even listening?

But to create community

And change minds

‘We the People’ and all

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 127

Day 127: “Stuffed Animals”

“Toy Story”

made me believe in the not-yet-seen

taught me empathy

I thought my stuffed animals were alive

I’d memorize where I left them

Sometimes putting them in crazy positions

Challenging them

To be the same when I returned

I said goodbye to them

Tried to cuddle them all equally

Told them I loved them

I never did catch them moving

Now I know they’re not alive

They can’t move

They don’t speak when I’m not there

But that doesn’t mean they don’t have feelings

So I still say goodbye to them

Try to cuddle them all equally

And tell them I love them

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 122

Day 122: “12 to 12”

I credit a lot of my newfound energy

To “12 to 12” by sombr

When I put it on,

I can’t help but wake up

I somehow become someone who likes doing the dishes

I dance around and groove

I can’t help myself

I think I’ll play it now

It’s 12 to 12 somewhere

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 118

Day 118: “Ode to the Inventor of the Heating Pad”

I’d like to give the inventor of the heating pad

A gold star

A hug

My sincerest thanks

Your invention keeps me warm

Soothes me

Whisks me off to sleep

Acts as the most comfy bed for my cat

Thank you, thank you, thank you

I’m slightly sweaty

As I’m writing this

But my stomach cramps are gone

And I’m oh so cozy

You’re god’s greatest gift to earth

Although the real gift would be not having cramps at all