Poems by Kathy J. Parenteau

Hopes dashed, dreams fade,
Gotta go to work another day.
Paid my money, bought my ticket
Thought I could tell my boss to stick it.
But here I sit on Sunday night,
Knowing by the morning light.
I'll be back at my desk slaving away,
Hoping to make it through one more day.
And uncle Sam you must be smiling,
Knowing in January I'll be filing.
You've stuck it to me one more year,
More taxes await as I live in fear.
Thanks so much dear President Obama,
For creating all this political drama.
Thought by now I'd be seeing the change,
You promised our country on election day.
But who am I, just the middle class,
To our federal government "Kiss My Ass!"

What are miracles, from where do they
come?
How do we trust what we can't see
or touch?
To let go of fear when all's said and
done,
and believe God loves us so much.

It's a question we've all had from
time to time.
We can't touch the wind but
it's there.
When things go unplanned and out faith's
hard to find,
angels fill the air.

I thought of a snowflake, no two the
same,
mountains that kiss the sun,
galaxies far reaching infinite
domains,
all of the work God has done.

No mortal being could create
such wonders.
Only he and he alone.
Even the stars and roaring
thunder
that are part of our earthly home.

He made them all, including our souls
he knows our every prayer,
so don't question miracles,
just trust and believe God is everywhere!

He marches in God's army now but once
upon a time,
With valor he fought long and proud
our freedom on his mind.
Leaving loved ones far behind he treaded
foreign land,
Defending peace and liberty
an honorable young man.
The world may never know him
or the sacrifice he made,
So I ask you take a moment
and remember a soldier today.


In memory of Nicholas A. Taylor
10/24/1991       07/16/2012

If I could create a picture book of
memories from the past,
every chapter a masterpiece
of unforgettable moments rehashed.

What a pleasure it would be
to turn a page each day,
reliving all the happy times
that quickly passed away.

Smiles I miss from loved ones
where heaven is their home,
babies all grown up now
with children of their own.

Summer rains and winter days,
autumn leaves that fell,
snowcapped pines at Christmas time
I remember so very well.

Oh, what a pleasure it would be
to flip the pages through,
for now, I see them in my mind,
so remembering will have to do.

The dogs are barking at the door,
but we can't let them in 'cause they
pooped on the floor.
It wasn't your average pile of poo.
It was runny and wet and looked like beef stew.
I tried to clean it with a paper towel
but started to gag 'cause the smell was so fowl!
I thought to myself just how can this be,
cleaning up poopy is way worse than pee!
So I made a vow no more pets
'cause this is a mess I won't soon forget!

I woke with a particular feeling
I was floating on top of the ceiling,
A little surprised
when I opened my eyes
at the sight my room was revealing.

I saw something I'd never seen.
I knew this must be a dream.
There, on my bed,
was my dog Fred,
watching the TV screen.

He was munching on chips and a coke.
I thought this must be a joke.
As he took a big slurp,
he let out a burp,
and I felt a big lump in my throat.

He was wearing my slippers and pjs,
closed all the windows and shut all the shades.
It was clear to see
he thought he was me
as I stared at him, shocked and amazed.

My mom brought him breakfast in bed,
then kissed him on top of his head,
fried eggs and ham
with strawberry jam.
That should have been me instead!

Then I woke up trembling with fear
while Fred was licking my ear.
I threw off the sheets
and looked at my feet
then thought to myself oh dear!

Fred scratched at the door to go pee,
then turned and grinned at me.
When I looked at his paws,
the sight that I saw
was more than I bargained to see.

There, before my eyes,
wearing my slippers with pride,
Fred's tail was wagging,
just like he was bragging,
and off he went outside!