A Limerick for My Second Spawn

On this day in 1997

A bundle descended from heaven

Her name was Emma

Alas a dilemma 

For you, a clinical progression:

                                    ~

“Heaven” in real terms was my uterus

Manifested in a large protuberance 

She was happy in there

Sadly going no where 

Her firm grip was somewhat dubious 

                                    ~

My obstetrician scheduled an induction

I arrived at 9 AM as per instructions

5 pm rolled around 

No child to be found

I was disappointed…still no introductions 

                                    ~

My doctor clocked out, left for the day

My (then) spouse was told “no need to stay”

“Oh no, you won’t go!”

Amniotic fluid did flow

Is there a doctor in this building? “HEY!”

                                    ~

A random doctor pulled in from the hall

No time for pain meds – no, nothing at all

I didn’t get them last time

A conspiratorial crime?

Nurse said “Don’t push or the baby will fall!”

                                    ~

Oh yes, that is what I was told

I had to fight birth, attempt a stronghold

Keep the babe inside

I tried as I cried:

New doc scrubbed in, gown on, “release hold!”

                                    ~

Loud screams “now you can push”  and a birth

Twenty years, hilarity and mirth

Long forgotten—the pain

I’d do it again

My love Emma, my angel on earth.

__________________________

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/elevate/”>Elevate</a&gt;

Share Music with Coco the Cow

With moms, there’s a way to check in 

Sans text or (God forbid) speaking

Send random video’s

I believe I should know 

I’m the mom- on the receiving end. 

                              ~ 

A beluga in a tank kowtowed

Music played in a field for a cow…

Behind a barbed wire fence 

A captive audience

Music’s savage muse- it’s a thing now

                                ~

____________

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/savage/”>Savage</a&gt;, 

An Illusion of Healthcare 


Trumpcare is the new plan for you to buy

You may keep your doctor but there’s a glitch

We exclude illness, so millions will die

But there will be more money for the rich

                                ~

You pay for insurance, a monthly bill

Every claim you submit we’ll deny

It’s all pre-existing, say what you will

And your age…well I’m afraid it’s too high

                                ~

Big Pharma companies somehow contrived

To charge Americans two times as much 

For prescription drugs that keep them alive

Let us give Pharma a tax cut as such

                                ~

The GOP with ties to Russian banks

Betsy Devos’ family— owns Spectracare 

Alfa bank invested, the Russians say thanks

AND…Congress members keep Obamacare

                                ~

Trump Tweets lies of a plan he has not read

Promises tax cuts to billionaire friends

Democrats can’t vote if they are all dead 

That is how this healthcare illusion ends 
___________________________

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/illusion/”>Illusion</a&gt;

A Limerick for My Baby

Twenty one years ago today

On a hot humid summer’s day

Zoe landed on earth

(Yes—some call it birth)

‘Twas done in a quite painful way

                                ~

*Fair Warning ⚠️ details of the story:

Are, well…indecorous and gory

From ruptured membranes 

(Some might complain)

No meds, IV or suppository 

                                ~

“Stop screaming and try to focus!”

“Happy place! Use self hypnosis!”

I was a pirate “avast ye”

In pain “my dungbie!”

I had a baby— hmm almost didn’t notice

                                ~

Although that last line isn’t true

Every cramp, stretch mark, saggy boob

I’d do it again

My daughter, my friend

Because my life, it began with you!

                                ~

Happy Birthday little Zoe!

______________

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/relieved/”>Relieved</a&gt;, 


Days of Murky Politics

**Fair warning: philosophical and political musings expressed here are tainted with liberalism. 

Today is June 17, 2017, and as has been the case since November 9, 2016, there is an over abundance of news available for me to slant into my (correct) position: 

  • Donald Trump is now officially under investigation yet he continues to tweet himself into a corner. 
  • Ivanka, beautiful leader of the faux feminism movement, is now too under investigation.
  • Trump continues to ignore the emoluments clause spending 1 of 3 days as president at a Trump property… there’s more, always.

Rather than a specific event, today I choose to complain in general, about how we got into this fine mess (aside from Russia). 

Regardless of the chaos in the world today, only half of the American population has an opinion with regards to politics, the other half is blissfully ignorant. (I too was happy once.) Of the opinionated half, party affiliations are deeply rooted. That doesn’t stop constant attempts by both sides to dig each other up for replanting. 

I don’t expect to change opinions of those who have them, and I’m not interested in an argument. I would like to plant a seed of thought in the minds of the politically disinterested. (Not unlike what a person forming cult would do—which I am not.)

Human beings are as selfish a species as any other. We protect our selves and our own above all else. It is a dog eat dog world out there, and we all want to feed our dogs first. (I don’t really know what that means.) I’m trying to say we can not do for others if we are struggling to do for ourselves. 

This is a common but subjective philosophy. It can be said that a paycheck to paycheck existence prevails at every income level. The more we make the more we spend. There is never enough money. 

This is why no one wants to pay taxes, because we need every penny we earn, but unless we are among the Donald Trump’s of the world, we do pay taxes.

For example, if the muffler falls off my car, it’s a big deal for me. I punch my steering wheel, curse my ancestors, and then pull out my credit card hoping it won’t be declined. I whine about how unfair life is…woe is me, and then I call Lyft in order to fulfill my Sisyphean lifestyle. (Uber is on the grab your wallet list.) 

Miserable people (whom I try not to emulate), focus their thoughts on those who have more money to throw at their problems. If Donald Trump’s muffler falls off, he probably fires his driver. Others who are more well off than I might buy a new car. But what about the other half? 

The compassionate sect (sect? maybe I do harbor a subconscious desire to start a cult) consider people without cars, people without bus fare, people without a job to go to. Focusing on those who have less makes it easier to realize my life isn’t that bad…(I sincerely apologize to my steering wheel and ancestors for the verbal and physical abuse they frequently suffer.)

Let’s change that muffler that fell off to an appendix. We all end up in an emergency room when our appendix falls off, and some of us will be devastated because the gold lame string bikini we just purchased for our Fijian holiday won’t cover the new scar, for others among us the medical bills and the unpaid time off work will be the final financial blow that will put us on the streets. 

We pay taxes to pay for things like roads and streetlights, but we also pay taxes because we are not dogs eating dogs. We help each other because—

THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD GO I.


Open your eyes and take a look at the people who have less than you. You are not a better person because you have more money. You do not deserve to suffer less because you had a trust fund. Everyone deserves an education. Everyone deserves healthcare. With these thoughts in mind, you need to register to vote, and then vote, and find a way to be blissful without the ignorance.
Here is my final momism for the day- spend less than you make, smell the flowers, and vote ethically by voting out the venal GOP. 
_____________________________

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/blossom/”>Blossom</a&gt;

U With the Uterus 

Hey! You with the uterus! 

Stop right there!

Drop that insurance card!

Hands in the air!

You suspected pregnancy 

And bought a urine test

Don’t try to pass it off as new— 

The condition pre-exists!

Mammograms and Pap smears

All your women’s needs

You expect them to be covered 

In your health plan? That’s just greed.

Rich old white male politicians 

Won’t vote to subsidize the cost

Of care to keep you healthy here

In America— democracy is lost

Though they all had mothers 

Who birthed them at one time

Do their moms see what happened 

To their Repugnant offspring? It’s a crime.

A tax cut has priority 

Over compassion and ethics

Viagra however— treats a condition 

Which never pre-exists

So, you with the uterus, 

Happy Mothers Day!

Of that uterus, what happens to it— 

By the way, you have no say

Though the senate won’t approve this bill, 

Their version keeps women under attack

Because it’s not orange, no it’s Women 

Women are the GOP’s new black