SCOTCH TAPED DREAMS Scotch taped to my refrigerator Lists of needs and wants and honey do's Notes about dentist appointments Carpool dates to drive Phone numbers never called but someday might Pizza hut delivery days Coupon for a facial(damn...expired) "Helens Beauty Emporium and Pet Shop...we do bikini waxing too!" Note from library about books(wayyy overdue) 5,000 homemade magnets (bless the bible school teachers heart) Pictures of the kids...some of 'em...even mine But on the corner tucked behind an advertisement for "Weight Loss Patch - Tried and True!" Endorsed by a famous chubby football coaches wife Scotch taped there for private view An island paradise dream vacation Oceans blue; sands of silky white Picture so vivid eyes squint in sunlight When doing dishes by the fridge hands immersed in frothy white of suds... Dream of swimming naked in the sea water lapping my wet skin tanned and salty Hear the seagulls call as float lazily by And just as day dreams had me resting on the satin beach so smooth...kids come flying down the stairs - one is yelling one is smiling the other hangs his head boo hooing Ah well...this the life for me Busy home fighting kids and scotch taped dreams of swimming seas by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| PORCH DREAMS IN ROSE SCENTED AIR Darkness begins to blur the day into a comfortable light and we sit on the porch together drinking some wine sipping and talking about kids, weather, sports... whatever... The twilight is so fine Cars go by We talk about who is cruising and who likes who and laugh at the youngsters sneaking smokes and the Good Old Days when we used to drive around and everything was...oh...so urgent, important...reeking of hormones and pimple cream... Everyone laughs and says "I wouldn't want to go through those days again!" We drink a Toast to that! "Damn Straight" After awhile, when drinks are gone and talk has dwindled someone yawns and...the party is over Everybody goes home..."Babysitters to pay"..."Got to work in the morning"..."My back is aching... "Goodbye"..."So long"... "Lets do the barbeque thing sometime soon" Car doors slam All are gone But me I sit on the porch swing and sway Just plain old reminiscing...about days of old When it was I in the car who couln't wait for that guy to smile at me...inching my hand closer for him to hold (accidentaly), thrilling to the touch - flirting and wanting him to kiss me... Ahhhh those silly sweet memories I sit and push the swing with my toes and wonder about old loves from long ago Do they ever think of me? or am I an old wisp of a ghost...a haunt Then I catch the scent of rose...and there in front of me...you...holding out a beautiful bloom - just beginning to open You hold me close and I kissed your lips and as we go into the house hand in hand I think to myself... I wouldn't want to go through those days again...and thoughts of flames lit long ago vanished as swiftly as a breath of rose scented air by Sheryl McCurdy |
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