Rubbish Day

The ripped bags and over-turned boxes Were, I assumed, caused by the foxes. The rubbish strewn all over the street Was them foraging for something to eat. But one day I saw her, oblivious to me- The old lady stooped in the debris. Carefully through it she did sort For clothes to wear, that others had bought. What Chelsea people throw out the door Is good enough to clothe the Poor.

Going Down

I’ve been acting like a clown But today is different-I’m going down. My mood was high but now its low yeh Sometimes I feel like I’m bi-polar! One day I’m tense and so emotional, The next I’m Zen and go-with-the–flow- n-all! Sometimes I wonder what life’s all about. I want to wail and scream and shout Then I want to hide and cry and drown That’s when I know I’m going down! When I’m in the darkest of the night, Can’t seem to come in to the light, But then I know that it won’t last. It might take time or it might be fast. Then its not empty –I have a half full cup. That’s when I know I’m going up!

Baby Girl

Pregnancy is wondrously logistical, To me it seems biologically mystical- A tiny embryo grows in your tummy And 9 months later you are a Mummy! A baby girl is born that day, Complete and perfect in every way. 10 tiny fingers, 10 tiny toes, A cherub face with button nose. A miniature miracle to the eye, With perfect lungs that start to cry! There will be many more smiles and many more tears. And laughter and memories throughout the years. So very quickly she will grow, And become a young adult before you know!

Ode to Stanley

I thank the Power above for sending me Stan to love. Sometimes I find him rude when just after he’s poo-ed, He stands on me in a mood meowing loudly for food, Pokes me in my eyes with paws and combs my hair with claws. After feeding he’ll nap or come and sit on my lap. I’ll stroke his silky fur, hear his pneumatic purr And cuddle him to my chest,round my neck his paws rest. He’ll give me a fishy kiss and we’ll both be in bliss. When he’s asleep once more I listen to him snore And reach a meditative state, content with furry mate. We connect heart to heart- I wish we’ll never part. I feel unconditionally that- I love my Stanley Cat!