I’ve never participated in Poetry Friday before — aside from the time I posted a cinquain about picking blueberries in my backyard on the Miss Rumphius’ Effect blog. But I believe there’s no time like the present to begin.
Those of you who know me will find this nearly impossible to believe, but I’ve been grumpy and out of sorts lately. When either of the kids was in this kind of mood when they were little, I called them “Crankleberry Johnson,” which is what Neil called me last night.
I decided I needed a little TLC and I found it, as I always do, in a poem given to me eons ago by my dear friend, Laura Kvasnosky: