NaPoWriMo Day 12 - 17

Day 12 -

A quiet suburb,

small forest,

frequent visitors from various animals.

A baseball field filed with children,

small shops on main street,

the end of the block

the mighty Hudson River,

so peaceful yet strong.

Day 13 -

It takes a community

to raise a child,

but she had none.

She was forced to raise her child

all on her own.

No brothers, grandmothers, or uncles.

No sisters, grandpas, or aunts.

Alone, cold.

She worked hard.

Saved.

No government handouts.

She scrimped and saved.

No father, he walked away.

It was just her against the world

and she won.

She had to raise that child on her own.

She was a community of one.

Day 14 -

Darn wobbly table,

sitting there wobbling about.

      You think you're so great.

Day 15 -

Even though she

liked to watch

and listen to the rain,

as it always seemed

to soften her mood,

she never let her thoughts

wander too far off course;

which were that of

killing her parents.

Day 16 -

Some like to score,

but I've always

been on defense.

Block a goal,

clear a shot,

take out another player.

I had the chance, once,

to watch

Monday night football

in Ireland.

It was real football;

Soccer.

Day 17 -

Got a cold? Go on

and boil a glass of whiskey,

gulp it down and sleep.