Grief · poetry

Mittens

I’ve been outside three times today

Clearing off the car

Shoveling the driveway

Putting down the salt

I’ve used up all my gloves

I don’t like mittens

My hands get cold

They’re all that’s left in the closet

The only thing that is dry

I told the closet I miss my mother

This, the first big snow

Without you

As I mindlessly grabbed your mittens

I wiggled my fingers in

These were your favorite pair

I felt the outlines of your hands

They had worn down the fleece

I can feel where you touched

the ghost shape of your fingers

Different from mine

But still half of me

I miss my mother

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cats · daily prompt

Is WordPress Spying On Me?

What is your favorite animal?

I’m beginning to think WordPress doesn’t pay attention to my posts. Or the opposite: is spying on me.

Read Susie’s origin story, part one here.

I posted an update about Susie‘s origin story, part two yesterday, which you can read here.

Please feel free to peruse my blog for other cat themed stories. You’ll find several.

So, yeah, it’s cats. Thanks for paying attention WordPress. *sarcasm font*

daily prompt · poetry · tennis · Uncategorized

Cincinnati Or Bust

Think back on your most memorable road trip.

Highway miles

Turn to country roads

Take me home

To the place

I belong

Mothman Prophecies

Makes sense

Here

Back to highway

Small towns

One road

Where are the bathrooms?

Hungry

Tired

Small towns branch out

To cornfields

Hundreds of miles

Cornfields

Tucked within is

A small town

Or is it all smoke and mirrors

Giant stadiums

Practice courts

Hotels

Famous faces

Feet emerge from car

Leg Cramps

No time to rest

Set up the interviews

Tomorrow it starts

Anticipation

With the toss of the coin

Heads or tails

Play begins

Game, set, match

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daily prompt · poetry

Blankie

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

A baby’s blanket

Acrylic, blue

Held by a little girl

Chaos was all that she knew

It sits in the basement

Folded and clean

Stored away with other memories

Forever felt but not seen

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