Better Left Unsaid

A flash of anger
The words spewed out
Unable to be retrieved
Almost immediately regretted
Never had I said something so wrong
To one I loved so much
But the words like thunder
Echoed through the tense air.
Now all I have is regret
For my indiscretion
Only prayer is left
Faith that what has been said
Can be forgiven.

FXC 10/22/16

I forgot

Silly of me
You and I
So many conversation
Bantering, listening
Crying, learning
Silly of me
To forget
We were still two different worlds
Yours much younger but so much more
Mine, more surveying now
The memories
Silly of me to not accept
You are not I
Nor should you be
Nor could you remake me
Or even better make be better
At this late time
Ah, but that is the rub
I don’t need you to be better
Or different
As I am just remembering
The little girls eyes
That always memorized
Now I just watch
And embrace this time
This fading time
Of your face.

FXC 10/21/16

Why does he get so mad?

Why, why are you so mad?
Its been a good day
Good week
Watching a little grandchild
Our house becomes a Church
Shhh, Shhh she’s sleeping
A sanctuary filled with
Stroller and playpen
Musical swings that would
Make Mozart jealous
Bottles warmed and
Measured within degrees of acceptance
No need to be angry
It is our house
Our retirement paradise
That we have turned into
A nursery par excellence
Silence is maintained
With a finger to the lips
The Maitre de of NaNa’s
Is waited on as a queen bee
Should be
This is our second chance to get
Babies right
I got this
But ahh, yes my little one must
Be returned to her rightful owners
Her parents
Now is the time though
To run errands for an hour or so
Kohls of course is mandatory once a week
Volunteering another grandchild’s school
Cleaning at our church
But by dinner time whether you or I cook
It is time to rest and then
I head outside to work in the yard.
Why do you get so mad?

FXC 10/1/16