Rust Bucket

Heart beats uncertainty
aspires to full ignition
but spark-plug corroded
motion sputters

Society abandons wrecks
junkyard-strewn forgotten
easier to turn a blind eye
than face cold reality

Not all vessels were built
for speed or showmanship.

(Image my own)

Dialoguing With Other

I offer Rage a chair
invite a conversation

She rants about childhood
and neglect, powerlessness
in the face of abuse

And I nod and remember,
suggest she’s also feeling grief

And she talks about crying
alone, no one caring, and how
I don’t let her cry anymore

I put up walls, I agree,
and ask how I can help

Stop leaving me out, she says
touting her values, and learn
to be more assertive

She says she feels abandoned
to which I reply that feelings
and reality are not the same

The conversation tires me
we’ve been around and around
the subject before…

And then I realize, I do need her
and venture to ask for forgiveness
I’ve screwed so many things up

Admitting you’re not perfect,
she smiles, definitely helps
besides…together we make ‘me’.

(Written for VJ’s Weekly Challenge: the other side. Image my own.)

Grandma To The Rescue

September is
chilly mornings
and classroom routines,
cardigans dragged home,
and the onset of colds.

Grandma packs her bag
with activities to distract,
a soup to boost bodies
and an apple crisp
fresh from the oven.

Some days
the best education
comes snuggled under
warm blankets with
inter-generational love.

(For Ragtag Communty’s daily prompt: crisp.  Grandma duty calls, be back later!)