When climate change

Fills me with anxiety

I want to escape

And go live in a tree

But that as a life plan

Has got a few snags

So I’ll stick to just washing

Reusable rags

Even with the same exact

Food that you just ate

Everything tastes better

When it comes from Mama’s plate

She puts her toes on the table again

And looks at me with that knowing grin

I try not to smile, but I do anyway

Table manners can wait for some other day

I’m searching for a Sarah

Far and wide

All the places

That she likes to hide

This sure feels like a set of toddler toes

A little giggle shows me that she knows

I can’t believe how much my baby grew

Peek-a- Peek-a-boo

This plea goes out to family, friends

And strangers one and all

Promise me you’ll cast your vote

For Biden in the Fall

‘He’s too far left’ ‘He’s too far right’

I’m hearing what you say

But promise me you’ll choose

On that third November day

Yesterday I want to punch

A mean man in the face

To make him eat his ugly words

And put him in his place

But I don’t even know

How to calmly, firmly ask

A stranger in my driveway

To please put on a mask

My left brain is a bully

Full of muscle and might

With lists and laws and logic

It leaves no room for the right

I found some things that she put in

The bottom of the laundry bin

A whale, a ball, a set of blocks

A thermometer amid the socks

Can I heal the world of hurt

With my hands encased in dirt?

Neil Gaiman says to Make Good Art

And that’s a lovely goal

But to Make Art without judgement

Is what makes our spirits whole