Right from the start
I see the red heart.
Child of my own
points to his 'grand' entrance
that will forever be in my head.
A birth like no other;
A shot in the night,
Did give his new folks quite a fright.
A beautiful sight.
Red on the fridge,
Red magnet delight;
sweet baby boy lower left
with unimaginable plight.
Please believe in prayer if you might.
A chair over there
Red cushion so soft;
Where sitting for generations
keeping tired buns aloft.
Where once sat a Dad
drinking martinis so dry;
And nary a daughter would dare to cry.
Over flare ups and discipline,
red eyes would weep.
Yet tradition and contrition
did the family once keep.
Dangling guest towels that dare not be touched.
So perfect they hang.
Gathering family and friends;
why neighbors and pups and the usual gang.
Come hither to eat, drink and be merry,
Grab a plate and fill to the brim.
Grand reuions are the fruit of laughter;
And all still so miss our dear Uncle Gary.
(No, he, Dad and Uncle Fred were never quite hairy).
Though when very young were allergic to dairy.
An apple (red one) a day will keep the doctor away.
And surely no acid reflux will be on its way,
So they say.
I'd give it a try; don't ask me why.
It beats the alternative meds
that infuse chemicals in our heads.
Need lots more beds.
The community dreads.
So, say no to pills, poppers and fries,
Be absolutely certain to tell no lies.
You can surely surmise
It's better to realize.
Save not the good china, crystal or lovely scented candles;
Open up the red cabinet filled with goodies and bowls with handles.
Laddle the soup with that slurpy sound
And fear not the dinner roll that hits the ground.
For the 6 second rule can always be found
lest the chops licking dog is hanging around.
Red spatula with history we oft try to hide
Where fingers in batter do germs collide.
No matter the batter the butter do marry,
the syrup and cinnamon smother
the berry culinary.
Many an egg has seen its red fury
melting cheese, scrambling frenzy while heating the goop;
then flipping gently to prevent turning to soup.
Love the flexibility of the flipping meister and tool
An easy task for no ordinary fool.
No salt in the shaker
No red pepper maker
Give me finely ground black pepper
from this dandy red grinder;
A flavor reminder.
And catsup on cottage cheese
with just enough pep;
Baby dills on the side
where crunchy chips reside.
Love it or leave it;
don't need to be preggers to crave a bit!
"Two lips "the inspiration for this really red reel;
A gift from a loved one;
A heart doth she steal.
Great girl friends are so hard to find;
taking a break from the daily grind.
A thoughtful kind gesture
to relieve the weary mind.
Close up and personal, nearly blinding sea of red,
When really it's time to get ready for bed.
But just don't know when to quit
when this alluring color beckons.
Will have to leave you with one more view
of my color of the day
that's winking at you!
Tulips in the living room
In living color of red;
Infusion of energy all around;
infiltrates my head.
Every bit of crimsom
here and there, all I see
Fills me with the color that sets me free.
~All photos are mine, taken today in my house, of many things red, that got into my head.~