Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

It’s Saturday morning.

We had my French toast

with bananas in brown sugar,

rum, and other flavors.

Yum! Yum!

We slept in. 

I wrote.

She listened to a book.

We did nothing

and enjoyed every minute

of it.

I love Saturday mornings.

After a busy week

it is our oasis.

Later today,

we go out … out and about.

Where, we don’t much care.

How long, we don’t have a clock set.

All we know is this …

we get to be together,

together on this lovely Saturday,

doing nothing to the best

of our abilities.

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Roses in January

Roses in January

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

We went to Hawaii in September.

I’m remembering those times in January.

I got my dream bicycle when I was nine.

I remember it 61 years later in January.

I’ve met and rubbed elbows

with a few ‘heroes’ of mine

down through the years.

Three of them are gone now,

But I remember them today, in January.

Their essence, their kindness,

their patience and words

have stayed with me all these years.

I’m having roses as if freshly picked

simply because I have memories

of days and times and people

of yesterday.

Memories are, indeed

roses on a cold January evening.

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Joy Is Not a Crumb

Joy Is Not a Crumb

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

Mary Oliver said it first.

“Joy is not made

to be a crumb.”

Hold onto that

for a moment.

Joy is not fleeting.

It doesn’t run away

if someone enjoys it

too much. 

Joy comes when invited.

It shows up in phone calls of love,

letters and emails,

words of appreciation,

and intimate moments.

Joy is not small,

nor can it be crunched down

into an acorn shell.

Joy is large. 

It is meant to be expressed,

shared, celebrated, triumphed,

proclaimed, shouted out.

I say, “Let joy get out.”

Let it become the

Peace De Resistance

the ultimate Soufflé of expressions.

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