The Dentist

Spring cleaning takes a
Mouthful of a new meaning
Polished, plaque-free teeth.

Reality: A Haiku

Be yourself always
Never give up dreaming big
But you have to pay bills

Demolition: A Haiku

This roof stands proud
Its life beaten by strong winds
Only one choice left

FRIDAY

Enduring minutes

Saturday’s promise beckons

Patient as a cloud


(Mom felt a little left out, so she composed a haiku of her own, claiming it had been 40 years since she's written any poetry at all. Pretty good for someone who claims to be that rusty, no?)

Ode to a Muffin, in Haiku form

Fluffy rich goodness

a perfect complement of

Whole grains and berries







Sadly, I can't claim credit for this gem. It was contributed by a co-worker of my mother's named Margaret after consuming one or more of her Friday treats at the office. Thanks Margaret! (I bet you didn't think you'd make out to the Internets, did you?)