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A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 117

Day 117: “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

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 114

Day 114: “Dream Home”

We wake up

The sun shines effortlessly through our large bay windows

Overlooking the pond

Our room is big enough for us

And our king-size bed

And a reading nook by the window

I walk into the closet for my soft, fuzzy robe

And take the stairs down to the kitchen

Light, bright

Black and white and gold accents everywhere

Modern, effortless, but cozy

Makes me feel rich

Matching, beautiful appliances

Trees changing colors outside,

Visible through the windows

I take my coffee in the sun room

I read

Rest

Write

Enjoy life

The space is ours

And our cat’s

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 111

Day 111: “Synchronicity”

I’m sitting on the metro

Doing a crossword

And listening to music

“Your Body” by Night Lunch

I can’t help myself

I tap my foot along to the beat

Something catches my eye

The man to my right is also tapping his foot

Bopping along to some song

I like this synchronous moment

I look around

A man up ahead is

You guessed it

Tapping his foot along to his music too

I sit there enjoying this moment of connection

Not talking

Not even making eye contact

I’m not even sure they know what we all are doing

But I do

And I imagine we’re all listening to the same song

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 109

Day 109: “Jumping”

Growing up

I didn’t know how to jump

I’d try and try

but would only ever get to my tippy toes

My gymnastics coaches would cheer and shout

As I ran down the trampoline

Never picking both feet off the ground at the same time

You know, jumping

But eventually I did learn

I can’t say I can get great elevation

or distance

or anything

But I can propel myself up

And lift my two feet off the ground

You know, jump

Now I do 50 jumps every day

My younger me would be so proud

Well, actually she thought she was jumping too

Didn’t realize her toes were still on the ground

She wasn’t the brightest