NaPoWriMo #26

Jernee, sitting in the car while I gathered our things so we could leave the Vet’s office.

Aging Has Its Place (a one-lined poem)

The cataracts have fully-formed, her hearing is sub-par, the cystic tumor on her back, right paw coupled with her age aren’t the best candidates for surgery, yet she continues to give me joy and affection on the roughest of days; she always forgets her pain for me.

Overachiever

A one-line poem

Managers within my department know my work ethic–they can count on me–I have what they’re looking for; overachiever, can’t turn it off, even if I wanted to.


Author’s Note: This is a burden at times. I’ve gotten better about setting boundaries on what I will and will not do as requests completely out of my job description, but when folks know you can do something and do it well and are responsible too . . . Well, many tend to use you for what you can do.

From Her Heart To Mine

A one-lined Poem

A gift from one of my baby cousins, Jaidynn. She said to me as she presented it, “I painted this for you, Tree” with a huge smile on her face. I got pretty emotional.

Love found in the simple things–she painted a world of wonder from her heart, and gifted it to mine . . . I’m overjoyed.