Let Bygones Be Bygones

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Let troubles of the past

Fall by the wayside

Forgive those who caused pain

Because holding onto it

Will only keep it fresh

And on your mind

Bring peace back to your life

Just let bygones be bygones

 

Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #9

A Watched Pot Never Boils

Time will tic eternally slow

When you expect someone to visit

The wait for dinner can be forever

When you haven’t eaten all day

In school the last class of the day

Is always longer than the rest

We struggle to stay calm

When we wait to surprise someone

And that last day before vacation

Never seems to end

We must learn patience

But only time will tell

Because a watched pot never boils

 

Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #8

Leave Well Enough Alone

I am angry

It takes a lot to make me angry

But you won’t listen

It’s more like you can’t listen

Another night with your Russian mistress

Drowning yourself in the vodka

I have never been able to compete

And I would tell you that

But you’re too drunk to understand

So I leave well enough alone

And swallow down my frustrations

Telling you to just go to sleep

 

Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #7

A Woman’s Place Is In The Home

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He was handsome and she was drawn in.  She caught his eyes across the bar, and they smiled at each other.  A connection was sparked and thus began their relationship.  All was fine until they began to talk one day about children, work and the home.  She had worked for 5 years already for a up and coming computer program company.  He said, “Well that will all stop when you have a child.”

She looked puzzled and said, “Why would it stop?”

“Well a women’s place is in the home, or should I say a mother’s place is at home with the children.  I don’t want any latch key kid in this day and age.”

“Wait, what?  Are you serious?”

“There are too many crazies out there anxious to find the kids who are not properly cared for and therefor easier to convert to their twisted ways.”

“And what would be wrong with YOU staying home to raise the children?”

“It is the man’s job to earn the money.”

She sat in silence for quite a while.  Finally finding her voice she said, “well maybe I didn’t know you as well as I thought I did.  My career is very important to me.  I might cut my hours down, but I will continue to work when the day comes to have children.  There are ways to balance schedules out, so the children are with both parents for a majority of time.  There is day care for those times when the parents can’t be with them.”

“Are you kidding?  Have you seen what happens to kids in day care?  Not my child!”

“I am sorry, but this is a problem.  You obviously have old antiquated ways and I am in the current day and age on this.  Maybe we should call it quits now before this gets worse?” And with that she left him alone in the same bar where they first met.

 

Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #6

All’s Well That Ends Well

This subject just fell into my lap.  I was unsure what to write about and then this happened.  I am going to my daughter’s house for a little Superbowl get together.  I am meeting her future in-laws for the first time.  So, I really want everything to go well.  I am a bit nervous about it, but now I am pissed!

Last week on the 24th I called our local grocery store to order a vegetable tray and a fruit tray – a little healthy food beyond the junk food associated with the day.  I had a bad feeling so on the 31st I called to confirm my pick-up time for today.  They did not have the order!  I explained again what we wanted, and he said it would be ready at noon.

Today about 12:30 my boyfriend went to pick it up.  They didn’t have it!  He called to tell me this and I was livid!  He said he was getting a manager to speak to, and he would try to work it out.  So, I sat and stewed about it.  Until I saw him pull in the driveway and get the trays out of the back seat.  Instead of being under my last name it was under my first.  What a monumental F-up!  But it all worked out in the long runs or, as they say, all’s well that ends well!

 

Written for Fandango’s February Expressions #1