Autumn Days

There is nothing prettier, to me, than Autumn days

When the sun, from deep blue skies, has set the trees ablaze.

Leaves of scarlet, golden yellows, oranges like flame

Licking at the green of summer it will quickly claim.

In a week these sparks of color will consume the trees

'til the leaves give up and waft away upon a breeze.

Perfect days in Autumn, may seem few and far between

But they are the most amazing thing you've ever seen.

Trumpettes? Really?

How are there still women who would vote for Donald Trump?

That thought makes me want to tear my hair out in a clump.

He's a pompous, narcissistic, self-promoting pig...

Have these women missed the news? I'm gonna need a wig.

How could they support this guy? We've all known jerks like him:

Self-entitled SOBs who, when the lights are dim,

Grab or grope or whisper something vulgar in our ear.

Could it be The Trump is sounding...  Armageddon's here?

Otherwise, I can't explain how anyone at all

Still supports The Donald...  It's the middle of the Fall.

I'm not scared of Halloween but this Election Day

I'll be voting Hillary then go to church and pray. 

Happy 19th Birthday Darlin'

My handsome, smart, funny, youngest son and his dad.

 

This birthday's the last one I'm the mother of a teen;

19 years ago our son arrived upon the scene...

We thought he was perfect then and, frequently, still do.

I cannot believe - next year - his age will start with 2.

Our poor son will always be my little boy to me,

Never mind the fact that he's already 6 foot 3

(Plus, I swear, the boy's still growing taller everyday)

And the brownish hair I had is now completely gray.

Evidence the years are quickly passing I ignore

Even as I wish our son a happy hundred more.

But, if I should live to see that, hope it won't annoy

Him to learn that, even then, he'll be my little boy.

Lesson Learned

Yesterday, to my dismay, New England lost their game

And, if we are being honest, I'm the one to blame.

'though I knew I, foolishly, continued on undaunted

Violating two sports gods commandments 'cause I taunted.

I confess to gloating, too.  My sins led to our loss.

Patriots were doomed right from the starting coin toss.

Football games take more than skill. You need a lot of luck.

Now I know how Jets fans feel all year... That's gotta suck.

Sorry! Please forgive me sports gods.  I was out of line.

Let the penalty for taunting Jets fans be just mine.

I won't even gloat now that Tom Brady has returned...

I've no wish to risk your wrath.  My lesson has been learned.

Empty Nest Syndrome

With our sons away at school our home's an empty nest

And, though life is good, it also lacks a certain zest.

Now that it is just we three - my husband and our dog -

You might think that I'd be busy working on my blog.

But, instead, I'll take a nap or read another book

And my only challenge is deciding what to cook.

Lately I've been cleaning closets...  It's a task I hate.

(I'm a sloppy housekeeper.  It's a genetic trait.)

All this free time's made me crazy.  Know how I can tell?

I have felt the urge to clean the basement up, as well.

Ask the folks who know me and I think they'd all agree

Something drastic must be wrong 'cause that is not like me.

Sincere Apologies to the World

I get so embarrassed at the way we're now perceived

Overseas; they marvel at how easily deceived

We Americans are proving many of us are -

Throwing our support to Trump: a loud-mouth TV star.

Just like P.T. Barnum, Trump loves stupid people, too...

Angry people who don't care if what he says is true,

Folks who don't believe that we're, already, pretty great.

Folks who are susceptible to messages of hate.

The whole world is getting nervous that this race is close.

(Global leaders using Xanax have increased their dose.)

How could the Americans be falling for this guy?

Someone whom the Russians have been helping on the sly?

Do they really want proliferation? Are they nuts?

ISIL and the Taliban are laughing in their huts.

Trump - who's what the British call a "bounder and a cad" -

He and his supporters make the rest of us look bad.

Happy 21st Birthday Darlin'

 

Oldest son turned twenty-one today.  That went by fast!

Something I did not believe when told so in the past.

Pregnancy felt endless and my labor longer still...

(Obstetrician would have died that day if looks could kill.)

It seems only yesterday they placed him in my arms,

When I swore that we would keep him safe from any harms.

'though we swiftly learned that life, sometimes, won't go to plan

It's not long, at all, from child to boy to fine, young man.

Happy Birthday darlin'.  Now that drinking is allowed

I know you'll remember all you've learned and make us proud:

Nothing's less attractive than some loud, obnoxious drunks

Except for the aftermath...  On knees and blowing chunks.