For Fourteen Hundred and Ninety-Two days, I’ve been blogging at WordPress. For about Fourteen Hundred and Ninety-Two months divided by two, I’ve been aware of this rhyme:
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety-Two,
Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
This inspires me to write my own rhymes this morning.
In the year Two Thousand and Seventeen
There’ve been some things that I’ve never seen.
A President who makes quick decisions
That hurt me like my old incisions.
I get few hours of precious peace
At cardiac rehab with the great Danise.
You see that chin? Danise is grabbin’ it
Cuz she knows I’d put her on my cabinet
If I ever got elected President.
I’m thankful I’m a long-time resident
Of a part of this divided country
Where lots of others agree with me.
Danise’s relative showed in a tweet
A change of opinion that seems complete.
It hurts when I hear of access restricted.
I cry when the innocent are convicted.
I wonder who is certified smart
And I fear for the future of music and art.
A teabag that speaks out about peace
Provides me a small piece of release.
My boyfriend Michael and my absent son Aaron
Bake a dish together that’s perfect for sharin’.
At the end of the day I get a ration
Of tea, beauty, and some compassion.
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety-Two,
Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
It was a courageous thing to do
And I’m grateful you’re here and there.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 