I love a cup of coffee.
Smells so bold and so sweet.
Add a little bit of creamer,
to make it quite the treat.
The warmth wrapped around the mug.
My hands reaching across both sides.
The aroma blesses my nose,
in waves, like the lakes morning tides.
I take the first sip.
It glides forth over my tongue.
I feel the heat sliding down the back of my throat,
like a song when it’s sung.
What a gift this drink is to me.
On a day, just being to start.
It warms up my spirit.
It awakens up my mind and heart.
I am happy as can be,
taking in my glorious drink.
I scooch down in my chair,
feeling happy as I sink.
Leave me for just a moment.
To take in this moment, I am blessed.
Before the day get crazy,
and I deal with all the rest.
I am grateful for coffee.
I love my wrinkles.
They show I have stood the test of time.
They reflect all my worries and joys.
They resemble each giggle, each song,
each well-written rhyme.
I love my wrinkles.
I embrace each little one.
They signify each year of my life,
my failures and battles I have won.
I believe it’s great to grow old.
It’s a gift not granted to everyone.
It allows me to enjoy little things,
and enjoy my season in the sun.
So, pardon me if I don’t try to hide my wrinkles with surgery, glitter, and glue.
I enjoy my age.
I am proud of whom I’ve grown to be,
and to myself I am true.
I am grateful for wrinkles.
Little local diner
Dishwasher has a cold
Sue behind the fryer
Mugs are rather chipped and old
Love this little diner
Everyone knows your name
Classic rock on the radio
Menu stays the same
Smell of pancakes and eggs
Old man in the corner complains about his legs
History of America fills the corners of this place
Polish, Black, White, Mexican, a smile on every face
Religion and politics are discussed here, no one cares what side you’re on
Because we are all sitting in the same boat and life in a simple American diner just moves on
Is my pain so less than yours?
Your sign says opened
Yet you lock the doors
Do you hold my hand at the same time you tie my feet?
Is it now that history is doomed to repeat?
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses,
But for many, our equality passes.
Take away my religion, locked in my skin
How long will we wait for the equality to begin?
Bless America and its abundant land
Praying to Allah/God that they open their eyes and begin to understand
What’s right is right and is felt in the heart
This is what America has been about since its very start.
The passage to equality is narrowed by hate from shore to shore
That is leaving so many struggling in the light of the lamp beside the Golden Door.
I did not know you, but, I know who you are.
You are the brave soul that stands behind that bright shining start.
You are the one who keeps me safe at night.
You are the one who stands tall to honor what’s right.
You kiss your spouse and kids each day.
Then head out to uncertainty while they stay home to pray.
You walk into danger and guide the lost.
You put others first, and yourself last at all costs.
Tireless nights and long hard days,
You serve and protect in so many ways.
I cannot pretend to understand what drives you to do this.
I just know that without you, the world would be a miss.
I thank you for all that you do,
as you serve as an Officer behind a shiny star honoring the laws of the Red, White and Blue.
Thank you for your service.