Yesterday I promised to write a poem about the best topic presented to me by “readers.” Four were proposed, but I can’t remember the fourth, so if you proposed one and I’ve neglected you, please submit it again. I can’t promise to always write about all topics submitted, but this time I did—well, with the exception of one.
A little weep, a little sigh,
a little teardrop in each eye.
Grandma Jane and her sister Sue,
one wanted one hole, the other, two
punched into their can of milk.
(All their squabbles were of this ilk.)
The rest, of course, is family fable.
They sat, chins trembling, at the table.
When my dad entered, we’ve all been told,
their milk-less coffee had grown cold.
*(Prompt by Patti Arnieri)
“Take a Walk and Tell about It”
Straight out my bedroom door would be a doozie.
I’d end up right in my Jacuzzi !!!
* (Prompt by Tamara Mitchell)
If not my friend
to the end,
you might a’ been a me
*(Prompt by Patty Martin)