'Void'

'Void'

When you run out of love...

Nothing matters.

You just float in a fog of grey.

Observing bits and pieces

Of life as it comes your way.

You have nothing to give

Or to offer

Existing is all you can do

Your energy used just for breathing,

A preview of death...while you're you.

Kesti©2010

'The Slippery Six'

Six little mouths

To nurse

Day and night

That later would criticize

Sass you with spite.

Six little bottoms

to diaper

And train

And paddle in order

to reach every brain.

Twelve feet to shoe

Twelve hands to mitten

And I know we had

At least one kitten.

Not to mention

Parties...dogs and friends

Enough to give

A Mom

The bends...

Then six bratty teenagers

I won't go into it

Your reward soon after?

You got to babysit!

Then six mature adults

Were we

Of which there's

Still some doubt.

For still we fight

Complain and carp

And sometimes even pout!

Take heart! You've reached

That age at last

Be content..relaxed..even lazy

Since you only have 28

Grandchildren here

To slowly drive

You Crazy!

P.S. (Happy) Mothers Day Mom

As one tired Mom..fast approaching forty

With only "threeofem" all I can ask is:

"HOW DID YOU DO IT?"

With Love,

Brat #5

(Definition of Slippery)

Tending to cause slipping or sliding

Likely to slip away or escape...Not to be

depended upon...fickle..shifty..tricky

or deceitful......Unstable and insecure.

Kesti©

1974

'Life's Rain Forest'

'Life's Rain Forest'

Enraptured ....entwined

Feeling his soft underside

Against my flesh.

His vice like strength

Squeezing the life from me

I was his prey...deceived

and now unable to free myself.

If you are lost and lonely

And very young

Beware of the snake

With the slippery tongue.

Kesti©

9-6-94

'The Search'

'The Search'

Some can stand

to be unhappy.

Some can't.

Kesti©

1-25-95

'The Challenge'

'The Challenge'

I could climb any mountain

But I might fall

I could swim any ocean

But I might drown

I could fight any war

But I might die

So I'll sit here instead

And contemplate why....

Kesti©

1-3-96

'Eruption'

'Eruption'

Hate like Lava

Bubbles up

Into my brain

A volcanic inferno

Memories of

slights

Resentments

Offenses

Hurts

Up and over

Scalding

My tears

Burning

up my soul.

Kesti©

10-1-93

'Same old Calliope'

'Same old Calliope'

After it was all

Said and done

What did it really

Matter?

The merry-go-round

Went nowhere

There was

No gold ring

I paid the fare

Rode the horse

And he got off

Before I did....

Kesti©

4-3-94