Nonie's Cabin

My very best friend in high school

Is a  curious lifetime learner.

Flute lessons, tap dancing, painting,

Her story is a real page turner.

The result’s always remarkable,

Another notch on her skill chart.

The house vomits a stony path,

Gosh I love her art.

The best part of this story,

Is one can’t measure all the fun.

These lessons were the best of life,

When all was said and done.

Babies

Everyone loves a baby;

Their drool, odors and baby fat…

This baby is resting.

He just ate the neighbor’s cat.

Eras Passing

All the grand old ladies

From the Tall Clipper ship era;

Survivors of the "Great quake",

Dead before my Buick Rivera.

All my favorite teachers,

Were dead when I became one.

It seems the decades pass

Between one moon and the next sun.

All my favorite singers,

Have long since lost their voices.

Some victims of planes, drugs, or old age…

It seems none had any choices.

All of the politicians,

I first voted for are dead.

Just like the dreams they promised,

Are no longer in my head.

All my newest friends,

I met when middle aged,

Are dead or dying now.

Time did not retreat, but raged.

All my last surviving friends,

Now fearfully shy away,

It seems since we’re all dying,

We should have so much to say.

All my thoughts are fading,

My mind’s foggy, in a daze.

Why can’t we discuss our feelings?

Celebrate our December days?