Little Cabin On The Lake

Little Cabin on the lake,

take away my woes.

With your lemon squares, and comfy chairs,

and a soft cool breeze that blows.

 

I rock back and forth lazy as can be.

Looking out of the windows

at the swaying of the trees.

 

Forget about my problems for now.

Gently fall to sleep.

Listening to the bull frogs croak.

Watching the waters of the lake

sway back and forth so deep.

 

Little Cabin on the lake,

quiet and serene.

I look up to the clouds

and taking a sip of caffeine.

 

This time with God is precious,

I see Him all around.

From the eagles in the sky,

to the turtles crawling on the ground.

 

When it is my time to pass,

let it be in such a place.

That I see Your beauty all around,

and leave with a smile upon my face.

Ode to Coffee

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.

Wrinkles like Mine

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.

The Local Diner

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

America’s Passage to Equality

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.