Mama's Definition of Labor Day

In honor of Monday's holiday, here is another perspective on Labor Day -
it is not always celebrated in September. :o)

Forty-two weeks,
ready to go.
Off to the hospital
for baby to show.

Contractions increase,
"Breathe 1-2-3!"
Can't get comfy,
do what with my knees?

Finally Doc says,
"Give a big push!"
Out comes baby,
head, belly and tush.

A Color By Any Other Fruit

I'm round and orange,
my flesh is sweet.
Peel me, section me,
I'm a treat to eat.

Who am I?

Write Wrong

blank computer screen
her insecurities fill
the page

There's My Family

There's my puppy
laying on the floor,
sleeping, snuggling
that dog can snore.

There's my sister
talking on her phone,
yada-yada, blah-blah-blah
super loud ringtone.

There's my mom
coming in from a run,
red faced, panting
sweating a ton.

There's my dad
coming home from work,
mumbling, grumbling
his boss is a jerk.

Not a Morning Person

snooze button
the inevitable

Secret to Long Hair

If I leave it alone
my hair grows, grows, grows.
Then down my back
my hair flows, flows, flows.

Picnic Postponed

We're going on a picnic,
my family and me.
We see the perfect table
under a big oak tree.

But as we get closer
with our baskets in hand,
we decide maybe we need
a totally new plan.

Apparently this spot
is under some busy birds,
because the tabletop is covered
in an abundance of turds.


I'm trying to cope
in a social media world
where instantly I know
her straight hair just curled.

Or what he ate for dinner,
or that their cat went poo,
or that a lion ate a giraffe
at the Copenhagen  zoo.

Mushy Mutt

Every evening
precisely at nine,
my dog turns to mush
without whimper or whine.

On her pillow
drool soaks her fur.
If she were a cat,
I'm sure she'd purr.

In Case of Disaster

a sense of humor
the only means
of survival

Rain Delayed

Pouring down rain
can be such a pain
when I want to ride my bike.

I'm stuck inside
with time to bide -
this part of monsoons I dislike.

Rainy Night

The moon cries
into its soggy gray pillow
all night long.

Trail Trouble

amber eyes follow
my dog's lead.

Mosquitoes Suck

Bad Poetry Day is Monday, August 18th. 
In honor of this illustrious holiday here is my very own "bad" poem:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Mosquitoes suck,
Because they do.

It's all a matter of perspective, isn't it?

Pup's Back Up Limerick

Puppy was feeling funky
Her tummy was kinda junky
She ate some grass
To help it pass
Now she jumps like a monkey

Blossoms with Wings

Yellow bellied finch
bend and sway the gray branches 
of the creosote bush.

Where do the blossoms end
and the birds begin?

Environmental Hair Style



Super Moon

spider egg
stuck in the web
of our solar system.

Post Party Pooped

The morning after,
we are stooped,
the slumber party
left us pooped.

Today is the day
we need to regroup
before we start
the new week loop.

Acute Tweenager

She's not a teen,
but not a child.
Her hormones swing,
her moods are wild.

Coming or going?
She's not sure.
Angst of a tween,
there is no cure.

No Rest for the Weary...Parents

Flashlight flickers, 
nightgowned ghosts.
Muted snickers,
 sleepless hosts.

Lost Cat, Found Cat

Wander cat,
squander cat,
hiding where we launder cat.

Fraidy cat,
lady cat,
life on the streets, shady cat.

Skinny cat,
mini cat,
eats out of a trash tinny cat.

Scratchy cat,
patchy cat,
two wounds that matchy cat.

Sticky cat,
licky cat,
got into something icky cat.

Mewing cat,
stewing cat,
gonna need some wooing cat.

Furry cat,
purry cat,
now she's not in a hurry cat.

Huggy cat,
snuggy cat,
she's getting to be a pudgy cat.

What's Inside?

Inside an apple
there is a core,
and golden juice
for you to pour.

Inside an envelope
there is a letter,
thoughtfully written -
nothing is better.

Inside each of us
there is mystery,
hopeful futures -
our past history.

Counting On Cake Equality

1, 2,
So it's true?

3, 4,
You got more.

5, 6,
We must fix.

7, 8,
Cut cake straight.

9, 10,
Friends again.

Sweet Octopi

I've eight legs
and a wobbly body.
But my reputation
is rather shoddy.

I have the propensity
to shoot black ink.
In my defense,
at least I don't stink.

Treat Seeking Missile

Four fast legs,
and a waggy tail.
Through the air
my dog does sail.

Hold a treat
and give a whistle.
She'll come at you
like a missile.

Trailers Tease

Darkened theater,
popcorn being crunched
all around me.

Movie trailers play
one after the other,
each trying to sell me
on a movie
that won't be out
for months.

All I want
to do is
watch the movie
I am here to

First Day of School Limerick

There once was a girl named Jule,
Who thought the Universe cruel.
"It is the worst
That July 31st
Is the first day back to school!"