Don’t worry about my scars, minor surgery all good.

Don’t worry about my scars, minor surgery all good. My butler thinks I should use it for my Halloween costume. He suggested I be Frankenweenie.

Anyway on with today’s poem.

My favorite word is yes…
When I say yes, the gloomy clouds disappear…
Yep, my mind becomes so quiet I can hear a rabbit sleeping (I wonder what they’re dreaming about, chasing dogs?)
With yes, all my quarrels are all at once settled.

There’s a big difference between saying yes and no…
No being the fuzziest of brush strokes…
Blame, always blame…
Traveling that same route a thousand too many times…

Saying yes, brings the wild wonderland…
Allows your face to soften against the black…
Is full of fine ideas to write your own stories…
Adventures that can be told in kitchens and castles.

Saying no, invites your ghosts to come with you in your travels…
Bringing along old quarrels and sleepless nights…
Fires that continually need to be stomped…
Low heavy dawns.

When asked to participate, say yes…
It will be like opening all your windows…
The fresh air will fill your life…
And you will once again be like an infant learning to smile.

I love you,

Annie