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A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 90

Day 90: “If My Life Was Written and Directed by Nora Ephron”

Sometimes I imagine what it’d be like 

To live in a 90s rom com 

I’d live in New York 

Obviously 

I’d own a book store

Or be a writer

Or be a writer who owns a book store

And I’d meet the love of my life online 

My computer chiming, “You’ve got mail”

I’d wear clothes that are comfy, effortless, stylish 

My name would be an alliteration 

I’d battle the big bad chain store

Only to be put out of business and have to start my life over

Have to chase other dreams

And the love I met online would end up doing the tiny, little thing — you know, putting me out of business 

Yet he’d regain my trust

Become my friend 

And then we’d meet 

And kiss in Riverside Park 

And I’d publish a children’s book

Well, my life is not written and directed by Nora Ephron

But I’ve found my love

We did meet online

Just via an app instead of a chat room

I already model my fashion after Meg Ryan in the 90s

Now I just have to chase my dreams 

Become a bookshop owner 

Or a writer 

Or a writer who owns a book shop 

Publish a book 

And live happily ever after 

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 89

Day 89: “Cappa Jo”

When I lay my head

on my pillow

where my cat is waiting

purring

I sink into her calmness

and in that moment

everything is okay

As I lay

listening to her purrs

my headache goes away

my neck relaxes

my eyes close

my hands trace her soft fur

I feel okay

I feel whole

I feel loved

I feel like everything is going to be okay

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 88

Day 88: “This Time of Year”

This time of year

feels like a warm hug

a cup of hot cocoa, when the marshmallow sticks to your lip

sitting on the vent with a blanket, filling it up with warm air

finding the perfect gift

when your face just starts getting numb after walking in the cold, making it harder to form words

staying up all night praying for a snow day

string lights cozifying your place

your cat trying to eat the artificial tree

candles, lots and lots of candles

bundling up just to still have your toes feel cold

nostalgia, so much nostalgia it hurts

music that makes you feel young, loved, comfortable

warmth emanating from everywhere

It just feels like magic