Fresh Hope

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

Cold Coffee

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.

The Last Few Days

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