My grandmother, or as the kids call her, ‘Bubbe’, is staying with Mom, The Bee and me for a while. Without exaggeration I feel my heart race, my breath catch and feel anxious as I think of what the visit will bring. Sadly, she has become a shell of a woman as she her mind is stolen by Alzheimer’s disease*….
I swear that even with all of my vows to change my MO, I still find myself being a homebody. I have missed more than one party or event due to forgetfulness, general malaise and just being tired. This poem was also found on Poets.org.While The Bee is older and an only child, these sentiments are so familiar. An Excuse…
In poetry, can I count a song as a poem?Sure I will! My blog, my rules.Anyhoodledoodle (like that?) I am adding Sinead O’Connor to my favorites. Back in the merry ol’ land of 1990 when MTV played videos, The Box was a hit, and I had a cassette player, I used to love me some Sinead. Yes, she was bald….
I am a bit stuck. I have been searching through the poems that I like and have noticed a strikingly similar trend: they are mostly poems directed at children. Not necessarily a bad thing but not really what I aiming for in my search for poetry enlightenment but, meh.So I hit Google and found Poetry 180. It’s poetry for high…
I don’t know why I wait so long to file my income taxes. I just don’t like doing them. When I was married, the ex did the taxes and I was content to sit back and be that woman who doesn’t want to get all addled with figures and such (Perhaps this is why I am not married anymore? Not…