Poetry

The Date D Anderson 5/28/2021

The date, a dud,

The restaurant, so good.

The night before,

I had the steak.

A baked potato,

A piece of cake.

And still, not one vegetable

touched my plate.

That’s something I can’t stand.

Today, I feel,

worse than if I drank.

My nasal drips,

I sneeze and hurt my head.

My eyes water,

I can’t get out of bed.

I’ve got my pride,

I wish that I were dead!

But I digress…

I worked my way,

on knees, I prayed.

That a shower may,

knock me back to yesterday.

As hot water pounded,

down my back.

The steam cleaned out,

the stuffed and packed.

I rejoiced because,

my nose, now clean,

allows me to breathe again.

 I wear a mighty grin,

Because I can walk,

amongst normal men.

So… all the blames on last night’s date,

He’s the one that killed my day.

He showed up sick, and now I’m late.

So, on that kiss, I’m glad I passed.

Just one more thing

I could not forecast,

He called again,

and said, “he’d had a blast.”

“Would you like to go out again?”

Are you kidding me?

I replied, “No,” I was aghast.

Some Parents are Crying about Masks

Capturing the Pain Suffered from Wearing Face Masks. Parents are Concerned.

Isn’t it great? Everyone’s getting vaccinated. The world is getting back on their feet. Restaurants are opening their doors. Kids are back in school and finishing the school year like it in 2019 the way it used to. Graduations are going on again at Universities and Colleges. Yes! Toss that Cap and cry Hallelujah… You deserve it, so do it.

BUT Wait… we are only Getting There, Let’s Not Throw Everything Away. We’re getting there, we are not there, yet!!!

Gone would be one-hundred percent cured. It’s been cornered and we’re approaching it with a lasso, but we haven’t gotten the disease into a secure facility and locked up under key for good.

Yet, a group of parents (I use this word grudgingly) are whining because their little kids must wear masks in school, WHAA. Too sad. For you. Sit next to me without face covering and You’ll Hear it from me, Loud and Clear. You don’t deserve to decide how I live. I won’t give you that right. Go ahead, strike me.

To all the ungrateful parents that are a member of the “See My Smile,” group that acted like a bunch of ill-behaved baboons and rushed up on the members of the school board at a board meeting and were mad because you didn’t get your way. That is just too damn bad. The State Mandate declares: When In School, or any other group setting YOU ARE REQUIRED TO COVER YOUR FACE! Wear your masks.

Wear a mask. Put it on. It doesn’t hurt. No Pain. My child doesn’t care about your smile, they just want to know that you’re healthy, don’t have a cough and that people are more compassionate towards others.

Doree Anderson/ A masked parent and proud of it.