Kids do it

 Kids will giggle,

That's their nature 

What makes them laugh 

It's things, just things 

No way we'd laugh 

Over grandpa 

His Zipper's loose 

The milk's greening 

Baby just burped, 

Juicy wet burp 

Even the dog 

He messed the floor 

Grandma wipes up 

You name it, Kids laugh

Maybe we as well

. . . 

Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Magaly,s prompting post

SOLASTALGIA

. . . SOLASTALGIA . 

 Oh how I miss my freedom . 

I reminisce days gone by . 

My freedom to roam the hills . 

Pikes Peak drive the racer car ... 

 Other places too, "just go" . 

I'm here with my wife, one room . 

One room apartment for us . 

"Senior Living" it is called ... No more cooking, we are old . 

Breakfast is seven to nine . 

Noon lunch will be eleven . 

Eleven to one is right . 

 Sign the book if we go out . 

I miss my four bedroom house . 

Lock the door and drive away . 

But we are "taken care" of . 

 We can though call our daughter, 

 Or other child, they might take 

 . . . 

 Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Sherry Blue Sky,s prompting post