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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