Hello, my lovelies. I apologize for the lack of blog posts. I’m afraid I had several technical difficulties which resulted in the blog being down for a few months while the problem was tracked down and fixed. Also, I’ve been sick with what I think was the flu but it acted like bronchitis and now I’m to be tested for underlying adult asthma. Fun stuff. Still, considering what my other possibilities were (i.e., heart attack or lung cancer), I’ll certainly take the better of them. And now that I’m back to feeling *somewhat* normal (I can breathe and sprint across the road without feeling like I’m going to pass out), it’s time for some poetry.
It’s October and that means it’s October Poetry Writing Month. I love this time of year and find myself more inspired at this time of year than any other. Considering I haven’t been inclined to write in a long while, I’m coming back somewhat slowly. So, here is my first offering. The prompt was time. I chose to write about spending time with someone with the time you have because it can be taken away at any moment. (See what I did there? 😉 ) This one is about my eldest son who is turning 20 in a few days and is becoming a man I am over-the-moon proud of. We have a close relationship. We talk about anything, and I do mean anything. We joke together, we sometimes yell at each other, and we decorate cupcakes together. And I wouldn’t change that for the world.
P.S. There are still some difficulties with the site but we are working on it.
By Jesi Scott
I mix the cake batter first
-Eggs, water, oil, boxed cake mix-
While he puts the cupcake liners in the pan
And we discuss how credit history works,
And his friend who isn’t his girlfriend,
While the bean soup sits on the stove simmering
For tonight’s supper.
The mix, now liquid, is spooned into the liners
And popped into the oven
And he discusses how upset he gets with himself
Over how he treats people
And how he doesn’t like manipulating others
And how he doesn’t like making people feel bad,
And I simply ready the icing materials,
Listening to the man-child sitting at the counter,
waiting for the timer to stop counting down
These perfect moments that will never stand still.