Salty and Sweet

Sometimes I crave something salty

And other times yearn for a sweet.

It’s not that my circuits are faulty,

The cycle needs both to complete.

 

So after a bowl full of cherries,

Some pretzels come into the mix.

Inside of me, both hop on ferries,

Awaiting the next of my picks.

 

Pistachio nuts or some gummies?

Fresh popcorn? A licorice bite?

All species of salt or sweet yummies

May travel within by tonight.

 

I’m sure that my sugar-sweet cravings

Are not all that strange or unique,

Just one of those stuck-home behavings

That help us survive week to week.

Hither and Yon

The life I was living has gone

Off to hither and thither and yon,

Though I’m trying my best to make do

With whatever it takes to get through.

 

So I read and I read and I read,

Which provides some escape that I need

And I FaceTime or chat with my friends,

Which I’ll do ‘til this craziness ends.

 

And I walk, play some games, watch TV -

Keeping busy to me is the key –

But I hope that as time marches on,

Life comes back here from hither and yon.

Young and Old

 When you’re young, there’s a gap for a missing tooth

But when old, there’s no map for your missing youth.

Like a Magnet

The sunshine, like a magnet,

Tries to draw me back outside

Though after my pre-sunrise walk,

My preference is to hide.

 

Within these walls I’ve made my place

And, in relaxing wear,

I’ve found enough to do so I

Don’t need to go out there.

 

Yet when the sunlight dapples

All the buildings ‘cross the street,

That old familiar tug begins

And brings me to my feet.

 

I find some socks and bundle up,

My mask from eyes to chin,

And head outdoors to feel the sun

On just an inch of skin.

Food Delivery

Our fridge is full to bursting –

The food arrived today.

It’s always nice to see so much

Just waiting, on display.

 

The staples we rely on

Plus, of course, a little splurge –

Today it was a key lime pie

For which I had the urge.

 

The fruit and veggie bins are stuffed;

The shelves are crammed as well.

We’ve not forgotten anything,

As far as I can tell.

 

So now we can begin the job,

Which I cannot resist,

Of digging in, until it’s time

For our next shopping list.

The In-Between Stuff

In life before, we did each chore

Before we headed out the door

Or in-between what was routine,

We’d clean or check our iPhone screen.

 

The major stuff, which was enough

To sometimes make us huff and puff,

Took up our days, with shops, cafés,

Museums, plays and hotel stays.

 

But by default, we’ve had to halt

What we exalt and somersault

Into a space where we’ve replaced

What we embraced. Ah, what a waste!

Loose Tooth

My grandson has his first loose tooth

And he is so excited

As I am, if you want the truth,

For we are both united

 

In knowing it’s a real big deal;

It means he is maturing.

Such milestones do have great appeal

And so, are reassuring.

 

Of course, he wants the fairy’s cash

And, like friends, recognition.

For me, though, there’s a little flash

Of nana intuition.

 

He’s growing up so fast and soon,

His teeth one way to show it,

He’ll soar in life up to the moon

And in my heart, I’ll know it.