What got into me?

To make such a poor decision?

I must have been drinking,

I certainly wasn’t thinking!

I traded in my dimples

What I got back was wrinkles!

I have things that sag,

Bag, and leave gaps

Gravity has a cruel sense of humor

I am now held together with duct tape,

Staples and glue

I am getting names and numbers together

I am definitively going to sue!

Mother Nature and Father Time

Are at the top of my list

I will see to it that

They do time

This is a travesty

A hideous crime!

by Renee Robinson

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Stretch

Scratch

Yawn

Open one eye

Make coffee

Looking for remote

Open other eye

Turning on news

Pouring coffee

Yawn

Scratch

Sip

Rub eyes

Good Morning

by Renee Robinson

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May You Find No “BIG” Surprises” Inside Your Eggs!

Grandma and Grandpa were not impressed when they arrived to the grandchildren’s Easter Egg Party.  They thought the young eggs were dressed too outlandish and improper.  Grandma nearly fainted when she saw the brightly colored “deviled” eggs.   She stated Easter just isn’t what it used to be.  In her day the ladies/girls dressed in Easter bonnets and beautiful pastel dresses.  The me/boys wore suits, and (boys)  knickers and jackets.  There would be parade’s to watch and lemonade to drink.

Finally, the grandparents did calm down a little when they found out the children had all attended Sun Rise Services that morning.

It seems to me color isn’t as vibrant as it used to be

Small print is actually “small”

A blade of grass is now a mass

Have you noticed how only the child

Seems to be able to open the child-proof bottle?

When were these changes made?

Who approved them?  The President?  Which one?

Do you suppose he can read what he did?

by Renee Robinson

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Suddenly I feel like a sitting duck

The is hunter drawing me in

I hope for a date with a hunk

He hopes to devour my tender chunks

I paddle my feet upon the pond

Hoping Daffy Duck will come along

I hear a mate calling my name

A sweet midnight serenade

What’s that?

I think I heard a cough?

Someone in a hat?

Quack! Quack! Quack!

I paddle for all I’m worth

To my nest, I must get back!

The things we do to get a mate

Risking life and limb just for a date

I should quit and become a nun

But I will be back

With the rising sun

The quack of love

Calling me in ever gently

Promising love, laughter

And ducklings

Nothing is what it appears

I look in the mirror

I see myself young

In my twenties

Is this true?  Can it be?

Traveling back in time

Defying history

A second chance

Where are my sons?

Are they here?

They would be babies

Are they near?

I do not want a world without them

I won’t start all over without my boys

I must go back, there is no choice

How?

Closing my eyes

Turning away from the mirror

Praying…

I open my eyes

I had drifted to sleep

I look into the mirror

My eyes appear deep

Older, wrinkled

I begin to weep

I have aged

My skin is crinkled

My muscle is gone

I appear 20 years older

This is not time travel

I am now a soldier

This is cancer

It fed on my flesh

This the result of its hunger

My Doctors and I

Have fought a battle

We are determined to win the war

I am armed with Faith and Hope

Love ones and Angels

Cancer’s face, I deplore

We are strong

We will fight

We will win

We will soar

by Renee Robinson

Congratulations to the happy couple on the successful hatching of identical tiny little roosters.