I'll write a poem about the rain.
Some other day when the weather is less sane.
Raining down hard like a duck pond made big.
Out in our lawns, drowning flowers,
Now uprooted;
I've found Grandmother's wig.
Torn-up grass from the rain's major pellets.
Leaving me holes in my front lawn.
I'll even it out later;
the dirt,
Its so uneven.
But for right now, let's rebury Grandmother's wig.
-April4.12

I am angry,
I am mad.
He is happy,
She is sad.

All together,
Mixed confusion.
Mixed emotions,
Like intrusion.

Tomorrow is a brand new day,
When happy memories;
Here, do stay. -April23.12