Missed Me

Tember slept for 14 hours.
14 long hours.
During which time he did not even get up once to go to the bathroom.
Around 7 I went in to make sure he was still alive.
For the last 15 minutes he has been sitting next to me.
Talking Farming Simulator.
A game about farming.
And mods.
And trucks.
I have grunted.
I have uh huh’d.
I went to the bathroom and he followed me.
Stood outside the door and continued talking.
Finally I stopped him and asked if he had missed me this weekend. We did not see one another from Friday @ 7 a.m. until Sunday @ 10:14 a.m.
2 days and 2 hours.
The way he is acting is as though we have not seen one another for a hundred years.
I do listen.
Enough that when accused of not listening I can recap what was just said.
He has been in the bathroom for the last 5 minutes.
Comes out and trundles back over to the couch.
I am looking at him over my glasses as he sits down next to me.
Me: What are you doing?
Tember: Coming back to talk about…..what were we talking about?
Me: We? No we were not talking. You were talking. We talking would mean that both of us participate in the conversation.
Tember: Saying uh huh counts as participating mom.
He is still talking.
About trucks.
I don’t know.
I just love him.
I will leave you with this.
Me: You are not my be all end all.
Tember: Yes I am.
Me: Says who?
Tember: You have.
Me: Never
Tember: There was this time……and this time……and that time…..and that one and hey mom?
Me: What?
Tember: And that time.
I exploded with laughter.
He just asked if I am still listening I had best go.
©Aug. 3/20
Picture is my own

Garrulous Regent

head in hands
watching headlines scroll passed
one t.v.
two t.v.’s
so many
with so many different stories
all saying
pointing to the same thing
proving to nations falling
warnings not heeded
ominous omens
lead to dissolution
lead to war
lead to nothing.
Saviour of the Century
cried upon the corner
magic to flow from fingertips
greatness shall reign
greatest sovereign in recent history.
Platitudes roll
spinning through air
translucent in truth
dust motes upon sunbeam.
mouth in melted moue
wailed anguish
baby like tantrums….
People just don’t like him.
Everyone is out to get him.
He was great why could they not see?
Never to acknowledge
fault for disrepair
living in fantasy world
where all love and adore.
When faced with reality
with those not respectful
terrible twos in an elderly man
ugly sight
his vanity panned.
©August 2/20
Picture via Pinterest

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