Adjusting to Life's Changes with Hope… Through Poetry, Haiku, and Commentary
I walked her to her car.
“Do you think I can beat
the rain?”
I smiled, “I don’t know.
You and the rain are like
magnets!”
She smiled and drove down
the driveway.
Buckets of rain fell out
of nowhere as she drove
past our mailbox.
It was a five minute
downpour followed by
sunshine and sweet
breezes for the rest of
the day.
I couldn’t help thinking
things like that happen
only because you are
loved and very special.
another storm and
constant rain didn’t dampen
my thoughts of you love
I was watching the
wind in the trees but I think
it was watching me
it was a pleasant
eighty-eight degrees today
fall is on the way
no bread no problem
I can always find a way
to eat some hot dogs
when I am weary
my thoughts are like a puff of
smoke here there then gone
the best thing about
growing old is that I am
old older is good
every time I see
the majestic
clouds floating
by it reminds me
that some day
soon our glorious
Lord Jesus will
appear in them
and those who are
his will meet him
there in the air
forever
forever lives only
in fairy tales for
those who don’t
believe but if you
believe in God you
know forever is
something only God
can do
if you stand in a garage
doesn’t mean you will
become a car
if you smoke a Churchill
cigar doesn’t mean you
will become like
Churchill
if you have children
doesn’t mean you will
become good and
loving parents
anyone can be a parent
sadly there are no
qualifications to become
parents
the first two are silly
the last one is most
unfortunate
mostly for the children
especially during COVID
the late afternoon air is
filled with Friday sounds
that don’t seem as loud
as other days
there is an endless stream
of car horns truck horns
school buses rushing by
the bulk garbage trucks
that normally come on
Mondays whipped through
the neighborhood in twos
there was nothing to
pickup
I was wrong
as they were filled with
fallen trees that must
have blocked a street
nearby
train horns chime in as
long lumbering trains
cross town holding up
rush hour traffic as
they go
it seems many of the
people are impatient
possibly eager to die
no masks
no vaccinations
they rather believe
the lie
who is willing to hear
the late afternoon air is
filled with Friday sounds
