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Today we dance on a mountain
slide he covers me from the
beaming sun as tiny raindrops
splash across our faces colorful
hues invite my cunning smile to
relax and enter the unknown
wandering about newness my
senses responds to his every
beckon call needing the comfort
of my calmness we cater to our
illnesses our flaws loving every
drop of laughter we'd bestowed
since yesterdays panic attacks
clinging solely to healing coping
peace the sweetness of peace
overlooking all impulsive needs
to react to the powerful threats
bullying mental cruelty from the
sad tyranny boldly tormenting
portraying mafia notions cleverly
hidden behind human satisfaction
a quiet bliss employs us as we master
just loving us in this moment today
as we simply dance the day away
Awareness saves lives
Anxiety disorder Agraphobia
Panic Attacks survivors
my husband and I are truly
blessed God bless all who served
and God bless The Federal Bureau
of Investigations The United States of America
We are still here we are Safe
oh, how the pyramid, does grow and grow.
how was i to know?
i signed that dotted line, in repose.
should have dotted i’s and crossed my legs.
my first hint arrived with labor pains.
i squatted jewels – diamond, ruby, emerald.
wore expert rings with the likes of dr. spock.
i devoured each sweet honey book.
but woe to me, i thought i’d suffer solely from “empty nest”.
those birds flew high and strong, then crooked and lopsided.
i wracked my brain, contemplated walking the plank.
sleepwalking, i found profundity, a book of eureka gold.
apparently, there are experts in rearing “adult children”.
i furiously speed read, all the pages. i scanned its horizon
for clues and answers. they came with blue sky ribbons.
i slid to the floor, bewildered, wide-eyed, relieved.
then my children became experts, in rearing their own.
taught me how to use my adult voice - unlike a duck,
no squeaking allowed. and how i should let them cry,
and let them fall. who’d ever heard such crazy talk?
i’d still sign that dotted line, but with eyes open wide.
my husband and i reside at the precipice of the pyramid.
it quakes with birth pangs of shattered glass.
still, our family’s strong. none will crumble. none will fall.
they fall into my lap, unresistant.
chocolate, the size of a silver dollar.
sensation of mint betwixt my fingers.
I bite into each one, its cool breath
second to none. Godiva
ceased production of these tongue trinkets.
love pales with petals and Russell Stover…
my husband and I hold hands,
press our temples together and sigh
with the sprightly rush of memory.
Mrs. Field’s fresh Cookies a close second
especially tasty at Fisherman’s Wharf.
still I gladly accept tulips in a väse,
its life-giving water, and caramel dreams.
my heartthrob beams awaiting the verdict —
it’s Valentine’s Day. he’s pretty sure I am his.
holding daisy by the stem —
she loves me, she loves me not
just to be sure, he’s counted each petal beforehand.
eleven flowers on the floor — for pity sake.
1/31/2021
Mr. Meow Our Kitty Comic
While talking to our neighbor one day
Our cat Mr. Meow rubbed up against my leg
“Oh there is Saffron.” our neighbor said
“No, No, you must be misled
That is our tabby cat, Mr. Meow”
The neighbor shook her head and raised her eyebrow
“He has lived with us for about a year
We call him Mr. Meow since meowing is what we constantly hear
He followed my husband around the yard one day
We thought he was a stray and decided to let him stay”
“No, he was born next door
With several brothers and sisters on the shed floor”
Just then mama kitty walked up to Mr. Meow and they rubbed noses
Our yards were separated by a few trees and a bed of roses
“We got all his shots at the vet”
“We did too the day after we met”
We started laughing and our neighbor said, “What a little comic mess
Saffron alias Mr. Meow, the little con can be your cat I guess”
Mr. Meow, we discovered was a comedian
My husband and I were his biggest fans
To get our attention he would do a little prance
A hunched back like a Halloween cat dance
Many a day he brought us gifts, birds and rabbits
Without success we tried to break his serial killer habits
Laughing at him was what he liked most
Of course, he could be distracted by a piece of pork roast
During his sixteen years he learned to sit on command
He seemed to realize our dog Boodro got treats if he obeyed demands
We can't help but smile as we think of him
Our beloved tabby comic who always made us grin
My story is quite simple
My husband and I had been faithfully
Correctly using birth control for almost 13 years
We’d forgotten it only once
Resulting in the birth of our second child in 2005
However, in spite of proper use
Birth control failed again in 2015
After learning I was pregnant for the 3rd time
My husband and I sat down to discuss our options
What a new child would mean for our family
Money was tight, our marriage was struggling, and at nearly 40
I didn’t feel that I could handle another pregnancy and childbirth
At the end of our discussion
My husband said,
“We’ve never considered this before, but do you want this child?”
I replied simply, “No.”
He said he didn’t either, but that he’d support any decision I made.
At the end of our discussion
Even though it was his child
He recognized that the decision was ultimately mine
Living in Nevada, we didn’t have to deal with unreasonable restrictions
There were no protesters to meet us at the clinic
The only obstacle we faced
No providers in the area took my insurance
We had to pay the $500 out of pocket
I made the appointment for that Thursday
So that I wouldn’t miss any work
Less than a week after discovering I was pregnant
At the clinic
I received a trans-l ultrasound to verify how far along I was: 4 weeks.
The blastocyst was about the size of a sesame seed
Exactly what it looked like
At such an early stage
A medical abortion was my only option
I took the first pill at the clinic
Was told most women don’t start bleeding heavily
Until after taking the second pill the next day
I’m not most women
Started bleeding heavily enough
I had to leave work early Friday
The pain didn’t start until after I took the second pill
It hurt, but was no worse than cramps amplified by food poisoning
I was glad for the pain medication the doctor had prescribed me
Then, it was over
I bled for about 3 weeks and then everything returned to normal.
I admit some initial doubt that we were making the correct decision
Was willing to accept that doubt
After about a year, that doubt has disappeared
During the process
I didn’t feel alone because my husband was right there with me
Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and Chef Boy-Ar-Dee boxed pizza
If I had a dollar for every time I ate these two as a child
I could probably buy a desk, a computer, and a lava lamp
If it was not quite enough for all three, maybe I could buy a lava lamp
And beads to fit in my doorway, I do love that seventies look!
And a fake fur chair that yells my name in pink and orange
I would buy hip hugger bell bottoms if there is any extra money.
It is funny how certain foods take you right back to your childhood.
My husband and I cannot even look at a chicken pot pie.
When we were first married, we ate two chicken pot pies
And two frozen macaroni and cheese and half loaf of bread each
For the first two or three years, until our daughter could cook.
I always wanted to be a grandma; not a mom.
Of course, momhood came first, but that was okay
For when it came, I loved it.
I adored reading books to my babies.
Everything they did was wise and clever.
I loved being surrounded by wisdom.
No one is more intelligent than a four-year-old
Unless it is a joyful three-year-old.
I am now a grandma with ten grandchildren,
so, I crossed that off of my bucket list.
My granddaughter Molly wrote a little story about me.
She called me her A.K.G.
Awesome kid grandma.
I love that.
I always wanted to adopt stray dogs.
My husband and I have rescued nineteen of them.
We did not mean to save cats too, but we did.
I never knew I would love cats.
So that is crossed off my bucket list.
The other thing was to become a cartoonist,
a painter, a poet, and a writer.
I have checked those off too.
And I live in the country.
My bucket list is fulfilled.
my husband and I love dogs
he was totally against paying big money for one
I did not care; I wanted a golden retriever
so I paid for one
actually, ended up with an English Crème retriever
an almost white golden
he already had a name – Beau
so we kept it
not realizing he comes to any name
my husband calls him Pedro
pal, buddy, friend, boy,
I call him Baby Beau
Baby Beau is king of this family
usurping Buddy who has never cared to be royalty
Buddy used to live under the jurisdiction of Queen Sophie
a persnickety particular snooty black cocker spaniel
Now he is lead around by Beau, and he likes it.
I wonder if fate had me pegged all along life’s path. My sagging smile and breasts, still lifting though depressed. My husband and I adapt to the grandparent role, understanding only now the heavy hearts of our own grandparents. The fate of the aged is fine wine, elephant wrinkles, forgetfulness and dying relatives and friends.
On the lighter side, I remember Laugh Ins’ fickle finger of fate. Now it’s pointing at me. The other day, when I walked down the stairs, with creaky knees and ankles, I told myself, “walk like a twenty year old,” then again as I became unbalanced, “fall like a fifty year old.” And there you have it - all the joy, wisdom and heartiness of late.
6/25/2018
EVERY MORNING I AWAKEN TO THE MAJESTIC BEAUTY THE BRILLANT PRESENCE OF THE BLACK SWAN BATHING IN THE RISING SUN SHE SWIM SO GRACEFULLY WHILE APPROACHING THE SIDES OF THE LAKE WHILE MY HUSBAND AND I PLACE THE BOOTS ON THE GROUND FOR THE FLORIDA'S FALLEN HAND IN HAND CROSSES AND AMERICAN FLAGS LINE THE GRASSY KNOLLS WHILE FIRST RESPONDERS SHINE THE FIRE ENGINES FOR THE BIG DAY THE WARRIORS WALK A PEACEFUL MORNING HUE PEEKS IN BOUNCING ON LILLY PADS COVERING THE TADPOLES AND YOUNG ALIGATORS AS SHE SEPERATES HERSELF FROM ALL THEE OTHER SWANS SPLASHING WATER ABOUT AMAZING LOOKING FROM HERE I AWAIT HER TO PASS THROUGH THIS GLORIOUS PROCESSION THE BLACK MADONNA HANGING IN THE CATHEDRAL IN POLAND COMES TO MIND HOW BEAUTIFUL WHAT A BLESSING TO HAVE THE EYES OF JESUS HERE SHE COMES AGAIN WOW BLACK BEAUTY IN ALL HER GLORY ITS QUITE RARE TO FIND BLACK SWANS AMONG THE REST AND THERES ALWAYS ONLY ONE BLACK SWAN HER DANCE IS SIMPLY FABULOUS THE OTHER SWANS ARE JUST AS PRETTY SOMETHING ABOUT THE BLACK SWAN THAT GRACES THE CITY OF LAKELAND WITH HER GLORIOUS PRESENCE THE SWIMMING MADONNA DIVES DURING THE WARRIOR WALK IN LAKELAND SHE DRIES HER WINGS ALONE AS SHE DANCES ALONE WATCHING HER OWN IMAGE ON THE CRYSTAL WATERS OF LAKE MORTON THIS IS ABSOLUTELY QUITE FASCINATING GRACIOUS MEMOIRS ESPECIALLY THE SIX NEWEST ADDITIONS OF SWANS DONATED TO THE WONDERFUL CITY OF LAKELAND BY QUEEN ELIZABETH FROM A CHICAGO BREEDER WHY I WALK WITH SHEER ADMIRATION AROUND THE LAKES OF THE CITY OF LAKELAND
WRITTEN JULY 30TH 2025 BY
MRS YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
LAKELAND POET