Possibility / Impossibilities (Acrostic Poems)

Possibility

Perhaps good will come
of what I do each day
so many lessons
so little time but
in the time I have I
bring my heart and
if it is not enough
love is what I give and
in the end hope
they remember many
years from now.


Impossibilities

It really is not easy for me to
mind my own business some times
perhaps this is the fatal flaw
of the Virgo who knows how things
should be done, hates disarrary,
sometimes beats herself up
if she cannot be all things for all
but she tries to do what she can
in doing so she cuts herself short
looks out for others' needs
instead of her own and mostly
tries to be the best she can be
in spite of her shortcomings and
especially tries hard to keep
silent and keep walking on.

Freezing

Freezing

I take the dogs outside when
the temperature is bitter, and
sometimes reflect on how lonely
it would be to freeze to death.

I shiver outside with the dogs,
regret that I left the house
without warm hat and gloves,
think it will only be a moment.

I stand on ice and snow, see
in my mind the homemade posters,
pictures of a little white dog lost
in my neighborhood, reward offered.

Midwest winter is brutal for dogs and
humans. I pray the poster dog
is alive, home with its loving owner
who forgot to remove posters that

are up way too long. Or I hope
the dog has been found by
someone and has a warm bed.
Even if it was stolen, I hope

it is now safe and loved. I can't
bear the thought that it just escaped
from home somehow, door opened
on a cold night, became lost in

the snow-covered darkness
to freeze to death all alone. How
I wish the posters would be gone!
How I wish I'd remember my hat.

I Wish I'd Known

I Wish I'd Known

I wish I'd known how fast
the years would pass
how little time we have
the impermanence of all
that we have and how
unimportant most things
become if we don't have
health, that little matters
then in the end except
who we have touched how.

Door

Door

Every weekday I open the door,
don't know what I will find. I try to
remain hopeful. Sometime hope
is rewarded, sometimes not

The Bed

The Bed

The rail broke on Tgegranddaughter's crib, so the
father's foster father bought an inexpensive toddler
bed but instead of putting it together it was dropped
off at daughter's house in a box. She tried to put it

together but was not successful. Wouldn't you
think the men would put it together? So the father
said he would put it together but the night he was
supposed to do this he was too late (no surprise),

so he said he'd come the following night. Last night!
Then it was discovered that all of the parts included
were not right, so it could not be put together at all.
I don't know if this is true or not, and I am truthfully

not interested in dealing with this gift of a bed, as
if I had given something I would have put it together,
but damn this was not my gift nor should it become
my job. So this morning I asked daughter what will

happen now and she said she had to call the company
that made the bed. And I said this wasn't right, as she
has no timeto do this so I told her that I would box up the
incomplete bed (thank god the box still was around) and

that she should take it ove rto the foster father's house
and present it back to him and let him deal with Sears and
his gift of the the bed. I really know that if it were left as is
in my daughter's house that it would be sitting there

yet in June incomplete and by then some the parts would
be lost, which would mean greater problems. To box it up,
I had to locate the screws which my daughter did not know
where they were. Thank god I found them after she left for

work, as finding things there is never an easy task. So the
bed is ready now, boxed by me, only has to be taken to car.
I pray I will not find the box sitting right where I left it when
I come again on Monday, but I wouldn't doubt it will.

And I would guess granddaughter will never sleep
in a toddler bed. All of this upsets me greatly, and
sometimes I wonder if it would be better if I didn't know
and could believe in fairy tales and princess beds.

I Wonder

I Wonder

I wonder if I lost the ability to write
as nothing seems new, fresh. Nothing
makes creativity flow. My hands stand
still on the keyboard. The circuits of my
mind search each mental cranny for
inspiration, something, anything. They
find nothing.all topics done, redone, my
thoughts bore me. My words and thoughts
are redundant, all has been expressed before
or is of interest to no one, not even me.
I wonder if this happens to everyone, and
I wonder if this feeling will pass. I wonder
if someday my fingers will be sparked to
move on the keyboard again, ideas alive
once more so I will again create.

Far Less to Say

I have far less to say
than i used to. My words
no longer seem important. I
keep my thoughts inside
me, for better or worse.
I no longer babble on when
what I have to say is really
inconsequential even to me.

A Stronger Me

As I live I hope to
become a stronger me
each day: to strengthen
my body or mind, to be of
stronger character or
conviction. As I die
I hope for stronger arms
than mine to carry me home.

Beginnings

Beginnings

What should I begin now in the
new year? What goals should
I focus on? What challenges
should I accept? What should I
strive to accomplish in the year
that stretches ahead?

Perhaps I should abandon goals
and challenges and flow with
the rhythm of each day. I could
rise each morn, stretch arms to sky,
breathe in, breathe out, relax without
previous plan, and do whatever
catches my interest, spontaneous,
free as a child again?

Afterlife

Afterlife

How will it happen, my passsage from life to afterlife?
Will it happen quickly or slowly? Will it be painful
or merely a sensation of transition from one form
to another? Will I be conscious or will there
be a time of sleep from which I will awake to
find myself having across the chasm from which
there is no return?

If I find myself in heaven, will I remember my past life,
yearn for the familiar, or will memories fade in
eternity, as I am embraced by the arms of God?
Will there be reunions with people and pets, joyful
smiles and voices, knownand unknown joining in
fellowship without frowns, with warmth, joy,
cloudless sky? Will I remember people I knew on
earth who are not with me? Will I realize who is
missing? I think not, as there will be no tears,
but how will I forget them? Tell me how.