Ever since a young lad
irritable bowel syndrome
in my humble pinion wracked
lower abdominal area
gurgled and ballooned gastrointestinal tract
(similar to following Colonoscopy preparation
slated for January 24th, 2024
at Phoenixville Hospital)
posterior issuing
vis a vis borborygmus crooning
in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion

eliminates fecal waste
witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe
(against time) and jet propulsion
of sphincter muscles'
spasmodic desperately raced

O, our warrior, O, our warrior, O, our warrior
carrying themselves in a bravery stand
despite coming to face a risky task
through the hardship of the battlefield
where countless lives are taken
with an untold legacy story behind
Many unsung heroes that we call
feel immense with the respect of
patriotism and inspiration
that we pay great tribute to
with an unselfish act and the
contributions that are made
to fight for our country
to grant a freedom
protect this great land

As I sit to write a few thoughts, behind me on her favorite sill is Ms. Kitty.
Miss Kitty looking from "her" window, at "her" yard, and probably wondering
why those wild turkeys think they can come and go as they please.
We've had this conversation before, yet with very little resolution.

I still miss you
Once in a while
I still want you
A step in a mile

I don't love you
I miss your smile
I miss our antics
Once in a while

Those days when
We were just kids
When love was only
An unopened lid

I miss what we had
I miss your laughter
Before I thought of
Happily ever after

If only things could
Stay simple like when
We were just children
Not women and men