Awaken to my alarms’s dull roar.
Hear my spouse’s gentle snore.
Sense my dog heading for the door.
Leap from bed before she pees the floor.
It’s not the weekend any more.
Month: April 2022
Weekend Haiku
Two glorious days.
All work is just forgotten.
Needs many more days.
Fatherhood
I am watching my son.
He is on YouTube.
He is not playing sports.
He is not at band camp.
In these modern times,
Many parents watch their sons
On YouTube or TikTok.
Most are appalled.
I am rather proud.
It is an older video.
It is from last year.
He is preaching.
He is a professor,
Not a preacher,
But professors
Just lecture.
So, he is lecturing.
However, it is in Chapel.
That is pretty much
Preaching.
My son is at his job,
Talking about Jesus.
I mention Jesus at work,
But in a different context.
How did a lowly sinner
Such as I
Produced a preacher?
(Even part-time.)
I’m sure his Mom
Takes all the credit.
That’s how it works.
Athletes say, “Hi Mom!”
Preachers talk about
The Father and the Son.
I guess I got half-credit
In the divorce.
Go away.
Friday
Time to go to work.
Time for some coffee.
Time for lunch.
Is it the weekend?
Is it five o’clock?
Almost?
Blanks
I’m drawing blanks.
It’s pretty early in NaPoWriMo.
Something has to come to me.
My brain is very slow.
Habits
I gave up coffee for Lent.
The inspiration was heaven-sent.
I survived the headache.
Now I don’t even shake.
It wasn’t the coffee I miss.
It’s the little breaks of bliss.
Now I’m at my desk all morning.
Whether it’s dry or even storming.
I just sit at work until lunch.
I stare at the screen a bunch.
I don’t even miss the caffeine.
I just zzzzzzzzzzz.
Tuesday
I think meetings are great fun.
I just wish that they were done.
It’s not the people that I dread.
I just prefer the voices in my head.
Monday
It is loud.
I am not proud.
Forgot to turn off the alarm.
Frustration
WHOLE was only twenty percent.
QUOTE sixty percent unquote.
STROKE – I may be having one.
TROVE – one hidden treasure.
TROPE – the chosen one (at last).
I hate Wordle.
Disappointment
I wandered into the kitchen.
Someone was defrosting chicken.
We’re having chicken tonight.
What a delight!
The next break from toiling,
I found the chicken boiling.
I almost cried.
I much prefer fried.
Chicken cooked in water.
It must be for my daughter.
She’s a bit bitchy
And she won’t take her pills.