Adjusting to Life's Changes with Hope… Through Poetry, Haiku, and Commentary
as I sat outside
a gentle breeze
washed over me
reminding me of
God’s peace that
is with us during
our trials on this
another difficult
day but God is
with us in our
pain and sickness
even if it seems
to never let up
faith is our relief
reminding us that
He will never leave
us nor forsake us
another light breeze
of fresh hope swirled
past me as I sat on
the patio in the late
afternoon
I never tire of
watching the wind wind through the
trees or loving you
it has taken all
day for the sun to shine no
solace for her pain
a pain pill and a
patch may bring her some relief
lupus and faith fight
a light rain in the
late afternoon cools the air
God’s peace fills the air
the air smells
so sweet
I don’t care
if it comes
from weeds or
flowers or
yesterday’s
showers
because
you mon amie
my love
my dear wife
are my joy
(if you pardon
the cliché)
come rain or
shine
I was sitting in high heat
with a wind warning on
my phone.
I didn’t have to look at
the phone. It was here.
I was typing and forgot
about my cup of coffee.
But I really wanted to
drink the rest of it.
Normally if anything
larger than the head of
a pin lands in my coffee
I won’t drink it.
But not today.
There was the tiniest
flying insect I’d ever
seen floating in my
coffee like it crashed
and burned there.
I stuck the tip of my
forefinger gently onto
the surface of the
coffee. The small bug
stuck to the end of my
finger with a little bit
of coffee.
So, there I sat with a
bug on the end of my
wet finger without
napkins or paper.
I wiped it off to
smithereens on the
black metal chair leg.
By now the coffee
was cold and turned
to sludge.
Some things bug me.
Like debris or insects
in my coffee or
cold coffee.
just thinking she makes
each day a little sweeter
than the day before
I was sitting in the
high heat and silence
of this wonderfully
dull Saturday afternoon
when voices came
jumping over the fences
like wild horses
I’ll take that as a sign
that Summer is near
since all the
neighborhood small talk
has apparently moved
outside
like wild horses
that time of year has
returned when the grass is high
cut two weeks ago
the first smells of spring
pots of crawfish boiling in
my neighbor’s backyard
I’m finally bouncing back after
the effects of taking my Dose 2
COVID vaccine last Friday. Plus,
I’m getting myself motivated
to go for an implant evaluation
tomorrow afternoon.
The birds sang and the dogs
barked without me hearing
them these last few days as
nausea, fever, and chills
ruled. Little to eat or drink.
She cracked the door open
and stuck her head out, “I’m
taking my bath.”
That was her way of letting
me know that the music
would be loud and it would
be best if I stayed out on the
patio a little longer. Then her
head and smile disappeared
as the door closed.
So I put my laptop down on
the cement floor next to my
chair and went inside to
make a cup of coffee to see
if I am really feeling better.
She was in her chair not in
the bath yet. I joined her
on my usual end of the sofa.
“I am going to take my bath.”
“I know. No rush. Not a race.
It is only a little after five.”
She asked, “Did you check
the mail yet?” “No.” (Looks
like I totally spaced it.)
She came back, “Do you
want me to get it?”
“No, that’s okay, I’ll get it.”
We smiled at each other
and decided to walk out
together to the mailbox.
Of course, we held hands
all the way to mailbox and
back. A slow sweet walk.
She is so adorable and
loving. Checking the mail
was the high point of
the last few days
Oh, and if you are wondering,
the short cup of coffee was
sweet too if the rest of me
agrees.
