Happy Mother’s Day
She was always there
Through thick and through thin.
A mother’s life, really,
Requires thick skin
In the tool chest of moms,
Words of wisdom galore.
Advice often sage,
But sometimes, pure lore.
“Try it, you’ll like it”
Were words so wise
As they encouraged me to try
Some things I despised.
“Eat your crusts,
You’ll grow strong and tall”
The jury is still out,
Still wearing size small. Continue reading
Back in 1995, one of our local newspapers, The Ottawa Sun, held a contest in which they asked readers to send in their best “Holiday Horror Stories”. Despite the title, they were just looking for lighthearted stories recounting when holiday festivities didn’t go as planned. I knew exactly which story to tell, and that was the holiday of 1992 when Murphy’s Law was alive and well at my apartment! I decided to put my true story to prose to give it a little more of a comedic lilt. Sure enough, I made it to the winner’s circle and the Sun published a few excerps from the poem. My prize was tickets to a fabulously swanky New Year’s Eve bash. Unfortunately, Murphy wasn’t finished with me yet, and I came down with an ear infection and couldn’t go.
I still get a chuckle when I read this one, and I hope you enjoy it too!
A Christmas Story (written in December 1995)
T’was the morning of Christmas in 1992,
When I woke in the morning with a lousy flu,
“What rotten timing, oh please go away”,
I thought to myself as I started the day. Continue reading