by Cheryl Merrick
Brashly announcing its entrance
with horns and bells,
the New Year soon settles,
gratefully, back into familiar routine.
Fading are the sound of bells.
Dimming are the twinkling lights.
With the gifts given and
the festive meals eaten,
the jovial bustle of the holiday season
quickly dissolves into
an amiable quietness.
Monday, December 31, 2018
Saturday, December 22, 2018
The Enigma
by Cheryl Merrick
Some step back from me
fearfully keeping a "safe" distance
from such a "mysterious" person.
Some find me amusingly eccentric,
while others see my unconventional ways
as aberrations which need correcting.
Some step back from me
fearfully keeping a "safe" distance
from such a "mysterious" person.
Some find me amusingly eccentric,
while others see my unconventional ways
as aberrations which need correcting.
Sunday, November 25, 2018
Wasted
by Cheryl Merrick
Like a jeweler's file
used as a tooth pick,
or a piano leg
wielded as a hammer;
Like a race horse
pulling a plow,
or a book merely
adorning a shelf;
Like a jeweler's file
used as a tooth pick,
or a piano leg
wielded as a hammer;
Like a race horse
pulling a plow,
or a book merely
adorning a shelf;
Thursday, November 22, 2018
Gratitude Thanksgiving 2018
by Cheryl Merrick
My eyesight has returned
and with it the joy
of reading and writing again.
There has been sweet moments
spent with our little granddaughter
answering all her "why" questions.
My eyesight has returned
and with it the joy
of reading and writing again.
There has been sweet moments
spent with our little granddaughter
answering all her "why" questions.
Tuesday, November 20, 2018
My Island
by Cheryl Merrick
Warily, I watch as the waves
of pressing duties
pound upon my shore.
Frustrated, I cry as the icy waters
of reality cover my small land;
Til my lofty pillars of thought
lie submerged, unseen,
beneath the flood of responsibilities.
I watch
as the current of details
swirls around them, and
the beauty of my sandcastle creations
dissolves back into sand.
Warily, I watch as the waves
of pressing duties
pound upon my shore.
Frustrated, I cry as the icy waters
of reality cover my small land;
Til my lofty pillars of thought
lie submerged, unseen,
beneath the flood of responsibilities.
I watch
as the current of details
swirls around them, and
the beauty of my sandcastle creations
dissolves back into sand.
Monday, August 6, 2018
The Enabler Revolts!
by Cheryl Merrick
I've had enough of "guilt trips"
being used to control me.
I'm tired of being told
that if I don't meet everyone's needs,
I'm a bad person.
I'm had enough of being told that
only evil, selfish people
wouldn't want to live
just to make others "happy".
I've had enough of "guilt trips"
being used to control me.
I'm tired of being told
that if I don't meet everyone's needs,
I'm a bad person.
I'm had enough of being told that
only evil, selfish people
wouldn't want to live
just to make others "happy".
Meeting Needs
by Cheryl Merrick
Yes, she is weak and incompetent,
but strength comes
from facing hard things.
Yes, she is lonely,
but when you shut yourself
in your home,
refusing to reach out in love,
you cannot expect anything else.
Yes, she is weak and incompetent,
but strength comes
from facing hard things.
Yes, she is lonely,
but when you shut yourself
in your home,
refusing to reach out in love,
you cannot expect anything else.
Sunday, August 5, 2018
Sacrifice
by Cheryl Merrick
Giving up something of lesser value
for something of greater value
is an expression of great wisdom
and ofttimes the offering
of a loving heart.
Giving up something of greater value
for something of lesser value
is an exercise in stupidity
which myopically reflects
a self-absorbed life.
Giving up something of lesser value
for something of greater value
is an expression of great wisdom
and ofttimes the offering
of a loving heart.
Giving up something of greater value
for something of lesser value
is an exercise in stupidity
which myopically reflects
a self-absorbed life.
Is She More Loving?
by Cheryl Merrick
If she puts others' wants,
before her needs?
If she constantly exhausts herself,
because her family needs her?
If she neglects her health,
because "there is simply too much to do"?
If she hovers over her children
doing every little thing for them?
If she puts others' wants,
before her needs?
If she constantly exhausts herself,
because her family needs her?
If she neglects her health,
because "there is simply too much to do"?
If she hovers over her children
doing every little thing for them?
Saturday, August 4, 2018
The Higher Road
by Cheryl Merrick
I stand at the fork in the road,
as I have many times before.
Hesitating,
I gaze at my well trod path
of sacrificing my life for others.
Once it seemed so noble.
Day after day I pushed myself,
supposedly making others happy,
till, reaching my end,
I collapsed in bed,
unable to move.
I stand at the fork in the road,
as I have many times before.
Hesitating,
I gaze at my well trod path
of sacrificing my life for others.
Once it seemed so noble.
Day after day I pushed myself,
supposedly making others happy,
till, reaching my end,
I collapsed in bed,
unable to move.
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