It has turned into
a test of wills to remove
teabags from the pot.
Sharing success or failure
is becoming commonplace.
Skat@2022
It has turned into
a test of wills to remove
teabags from the pot.
Sharing success or failure
is becoming commonplace.
Skat@2022
She had a saying
for every occasion, like
that, “Who’s like you since
Leatherarse died?” Wait! Maybe
that was one of my father’s . 😉
Skat@2022
Today my mom would have been 93; she had about as many sayings as that too. 😂
You’d be today, if
Eighty was not when you died.
Remembering you
this day, on your natal day.
Love, from your darling daughter.
xoxo
Skat@2022
Birdsong throngs the air;
Chipmunk has arisen—plump
From his warm storehouse—
All willing to forget such
a cold and nasty winter.
Skat@2022
If we can’t stop the
bald despotic Putin, can
we at very least
Cut off his coffers? (Yes, that’s
a euphemism.)
Skat@2022
*In the 1980s, a Canadian musician wrote this song. The lyrics popped into my head while composing this tanka.
https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/B-B-Gabor/Nyet-Nyet-Soviet-Soviet-Jewelry