I could CLAIM it was a LAPSE in judgment
A mistake in the TALLY, if you are keeping score
My FAULT, I humbly offer
All the while, I wonder —
How did this become the easiest path,
The fast exit to nowhere?
I watch you cling to this new misstep lovingly
Like the answer to your prayers
You carefully put it in a VAULT with all the others
Deluded, you think that I do not know
That I cannot see what is happening —
But I do.

Georg’ann

Oh for a bowl
of PLAIN vanilla ice cream.
A LARGE scoop, drizzled
with homemade chocolate sauce.

Not hot fudge, too thick.
Maybe even trying to steal
the spotlight, not a mingler.
With a few SALTY nuts
sprinkled atop. Just a few.
No need to overdo any element.

If only the freezer VAULT contained the treasures needed.

Heather