I was watching the fire in our fire place.

Staring into the fire

Lamaze figure eights

over tired

can’t sleep

GERD from what I ate

stressed

not relaxed

no relief in sight

nothing more to lose

no longer fear the night

clouded future

can’t despair

longing for free air

debt is a heavy chain

prices keep going up

refuse to see physicians

my own health to gain

nary a thing wrong

yet they wonder why

would rather sit at home

and cry

the sound of burning wood

music to thine ear

only the simple mind

to appreciate and hear

whistle of the kettle

swinging on the swing

could life be any better

some think that it could

necessities are commodities

in every neighborhood

(top picture is our fire place. bottom picture is Mouse on the porch swing in front of the fire place Dec 2011 taken by me. cynthia bartlett.)

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