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Ode to A New Toy

Out of the box
shiny and new
You have a certain smell
that jars my nose
and makes my brain happy.

You are heavily lightweight.
Your instructions written
by a person with little grasp
of the language required.

I look for a power cord,
a place to put one —
any hole, really, will do.
You are flawlessly

Confronted by the fact
that perhaps
you were mailed with
not your own:

Oh, new toy. How you

But wait–
A child comes.
Takes one look and utters the magic phrase:


I am a wife, mother, all around volunteer, and organizer of all that is around me. No, really, it is pathological, I can't help it. If you need help, you ask me, I help. I have a few chronic illnesses that try their hardest to slow me down, but my brain is the Energizer Bunny of brains and it demands that I try to do everything and try new things and keep going all the time. So here I am, blogging about it all.