Aunt Sissy, Ben’s sister took this embarrassing, but telling picture of me. What a mess. Thank you for that, Sis. It illistrates how I feel ever year at this time. Today, November 23, 2009 is no different. As a result of wallering in self pity I wrote this poem…
Be warned it’s awful.
So it’s almost Thanksgiving,
Preacher says to practice Thanksliving.
Try as I might, I can’t get it right.
But I’ll confess then to try to keep from sinning.
Barney says “It’s dark. My new birthday bike will sleep in the rain.”
He knows this drives me insane.
But with cries I learn, a wicked witch is the concern
Under the deck she lives…what a pain!
Traveling back from the garage I’m giddy.
My new stove is here and it’s so pretty.
But I fear as we pass from electricity to gas…
a KABOOM would be a real pity.
All my fears realized
as my life flashes before me eyes.
a huge flame sears dinner, with a @#$%^ I’m a sinner
in shock but I’m alive.
All fires put out and birthdays aside,
in shambles our dinner now lies.
Even though the calls close when chaos comes to boasts
it’s in these truth I now colide…
These precious days slip by
in less than a blink of an eye
it’s up to me to choose
joy in life’s season or in homemade hell reside?
My apologies to my friend Don, the English teacher. He is on a quest to wipe out ignorance. God bless him. My friend, know you have a long ways to go with me. So does God for that matter. Not that your on the same …. oh never mind.
Joy.
I’ll choose joy.
It needs a title.
Sis
Tags: a poem, Sis's Secrets, sis's silliness, the stress of the hollidays
