The Manic Minstrel


Mood and attitude
written across my face,
searching eyes and hearts
for hint or trace;
and though it may seem weird
I can tell the weather
– forecasting through my beard;
if countenance and rain are falling
my skyscraper I’ll be calling
– a squeegee toting giraffe,
anecdotal blessing I call Son
makes cold, grey skies disappear
with a swipe and a laugh
ensuring the promise of a better day
as the storm clouds are easily cleared.

My 13 year old son, who happens to be 6’3″, is a morning person. I am not. But it usually doesn’t take long(one or two of his funny jokes and some coffee) and I’m in a better mood. Guess everyone needs a skyscraper in their life. Cheers! = >

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